Saturday, June 23, 2018

The personal is poltical

That phrase, which may have originated with Shulamith Firestone, was central to Second Wave feminism in the 1970s.  This is a good time to reiterate it, because the political is beginning to collide with personal lives in some intriguing ways, with intriguing results.

Having learned nothing from the experience of Kirstjen Nielsen, Sarah Huckabee Sanders took her family out to dinner last night (her husband made the reservation under his name).  Stephanie Wilkinson, owner of the Red Hen in Lexington, Virginia, had the staff vote on whether they wanted to serve these people -- democracy, huh? -- and the result came out "no way," so she politely asked them to leave.  The White House spokesmodel and her supporters are enraged, but apparently you can do stuff like this based on something called conscience.  The Supreme Court just said so; it's like refusing to bake a cake because of your religious principles.  Ms. Wilkinson put it this way:  "This feels like the moment in our democracy when people have to make uncomfortable actions and decisions to uphold their morals."  Refusing to feed the Sanderses is not going to bring down Trump,  but it's oddly satisfying.

Around the same time, George F. Will announced that he has left the Republican Party and urged people to vote for Democrats this fall.  Before you dust off Victor Laszlo's "Welcome back to the fight" speech, remember that Will's son Jonathan was born with Down Syndrome.  Cory Lewandowski's crude mockery of a ten-year-old Down Syndrome girl, currently imprisoned in Trump's baby Buchenwald, may have been the last straw.  Or perhaps I underestimate Will.

Jennifer Carnahan was at Trump's hate rally in her capacity as chair of the Minnesota Republican Party, where she was shocked -- shocked! -- to discover that there is racism in her party.  She was born in South Korea and adopted by Americans, but the rally attendee who called her "disgusting" almost certainly took her to be a Democrat spy or a journalistic enemy of the people.  Previously, as she tearfully confessed to Facebook, she had been called "dragon lady," "chink" and "a stupid Asian not even born in America," so it's difficult to say what her Lewandowski moment was.  She isn't quite there with abandoning the cult yet, but this is her last year in the chair.  An unwhite Republican walks a lonely road these days.

Speaking of Lonely Street, the July-August Politico has a heartbreaking piece called "Trump's millennials hit DC -- and DC hits them right back."  Apparently Metamucilini's Young Jerks are having trouble finding dates, or even apartments in the hipper parts of the capital.  They have marked their territory along the waterfront, where they come home from a hard day of screwing the poor, pop a brew and scroll through the dating websites, and people recoil in horror when they have to reveal their current employment.  Eventually these incipient Incels are going to figure it out and start sleeping with one another, but right now, well, "Trump's millennials."  How bright can they be?  I'm going back and read it again, just for smiles.

Oh, Sarah?  Try the Waffle House.  A white lady like you might not have to pay extra for the plastic cutlery.

 

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