I didn't think I would really be upset when Hilary Clinton lost the Democratic nomination for president. I certainly didn't think I'd cry about it. Oh, but I did. It really is reminiscent of the way I felt when I was 10 years old.
When I was 10, I was completely gutted when Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro lost the election. But I'd already been devastated for months because here I was, just 10 years old and unable to vote for not only the Democratic presidential candidate from my home state, I was unable to vote for the first female major-party vice presidential candidate.
What, doesn't every 10-year-old pine to vote? So I'm a dork.
But holy shit, a woman on the ticket? Of course, Mondale and Ferraro got their asses whupped. Quite frankly, it wasn't that long ago that I was convinced I'd never see a female president in my lifetime. Then again, there was a point when I thought I wouldn't live to see 30. Thanks a fucking lot, Reagan.
In the interest of full disclosure, I waited until the very last minute to cast by vote between Clinton and Obama at the caucus. And honestly, I voted for Clinton because Kucinich and Edwards had already dropped out. I'm happy to have a candidate in Obama that I don't hate a little, as I did with Kerry in 2004. You'd never have known it though, what with the work I did for Music for America (now The League of Young Voters) and all my Kerry/Edwards buttons and signs.
Maybe some day we'll break that ultimate glass ceiling. In the meantime, Obama '08, motherfuckers.