As a person who is a female and who can easily be moved to tears, one of my biggest fears is crying in public. When I was a kid there was an underlying assumption that men never cry —unless you’re Alan Alda— because men are strong and rational. Women, on the other hand, cry altogether too much, because they are hysterical and they should just stay home and raise the kids and do the housework.
So, as a young teenager and budding feminist, I always felt that as a woman, I could not be seen to cry, especially in a work situation, or I would be letting down the cause of the equality of women. And now, although I actually am a housewife who stays home and raises the kids, I still dread the idea of crying in public, even at funerals. I’m glad that it’s dark in movie theaters, where I have been known to shed a tear or two. My kids (all girls) always keep an eye on me during the sad parts of movies to see if I’m crying (I usually am). They seem to think I’m a bit unbalanced. How they didn’t choke up during “Up,” I’ll never know.
It’s interesting to watch as Boehner and Mitch McConnell cry, but I’m not sure what to make of it. I always thought that George Bush the Elder’s tendency to choke up made him more endearing, but perhaps I had more of a personal liking for him than I do for Boehner and McConnell. Boehner only seems to cry when he’s thinking about himself and his struggles as a younger man, which I find less than inspiring. Sure, you may have had a hard life, but you’re about to be made Speaker of the House. Are we still supposed to feel sorry for you?
I find it highly annoying that there still often seems to be a double-standard for women politicians. I don’t recall ever seeing Nancy Pelosi crying (can she cry through the botox?) and Hillary Clinton, except the one time in the New Hampshire primary, has always seemed preternaturally uninclined to cry. Neither one of them seems particularly warm and fuzzy. I can’t think of a single female politician who cries with the frequency of Boehner, George H.W. Bush, or even (Bill) Clinton. And so I will puzzle through the dilemna of crying in public, and I will try to give myself a little slack when the tears come to my eyes.
I really admire Senator Sanders’ moxie for his lengthy filibuster (lite?) on Friday. I listened to him speak for a while and everything he said made a lot of sense to me. I’m amazed that he managed to stay on his feet for so long and talk without eating anything or taking any breaks. He’s 69 years old! Wow!
However, this episode once again demonstrates to me how strangely the Senate functions. I barely understand the idea of a filibuster—it’s so odd to think that people will talk round the clock in order to keep something from coming up for a vote.
Apparently this was not a “true” filibuster? Why not? Because it was only one person?
And what the heck is this sort-of filibuster supposed to accomplish? What is the point, exactly?
I’m finding it hard to care one way or another if Jim Morrison exposed himself at a concert 40-odd years ago. I also find it hard to care that he’s been pardoned. Do we really still find this whole episode shocking and worth discussion?