“I am tired of writing about…”
If you are so tired of writing about those things, here’s a tip: Stop writing about them.
“This is fundamentally different than the previous eight years, in which our President was not a white dude, and the First Lady was present and a figure of national importance, and the President’s Cabinet and the rest of his administration was meaningfully diverse — and that actually mattered. It felt different.”
President Obama’s mother was white, but no one wants to call him white or even half white. Or half black, for that matter. Interesting. And when referring to his administration as diverse, perhaps you meant perverse, considering Eric Holder’s obstruction of justice in regards to Fast and Furious, Susan Rice’s intentional lies about what really happened in Benghazi, and Loretta Lynch’s totally happenstance appearance on a tarmac with Bill Clinton. I’ll leave it there, but that’s just scratching the surface.
Writing about Hillary Clinton and her historic candidacy was one of the most meaningful highlights of my professional life — and I was expecting a future in which I would be able to write about her presidency, and the great women with whom she interacted as president.
A meaningful highlight of your professional life also appears to be a lowlight. Here’s where you went wrong: you were expecting a future where you would write about Hillary as president. As if it was written in the stars, right?
Well, now you can continue writing about her as the one who ran one of the worst campaigns — ever. In fact, she’s run two outrageously awful campaigns.
You can also write about great women out there who are still great without Hillary residing in the White House. Or are they? Does Hillary make or break those women? I hope not. They don’t need her, and if they do, they’re not great.
Instead, there’s just a Hillary-shaped hole where Hillary is supposed to be.
Again, you went wrong, thinking Hillary was supposed to be president. That’s precisely why— along with a host of other reasons — she’s not the president. Her sense of entitlement was palpable. It was all so inevitable, was it not? And that’s what she ran on: being the first woman president, thereby breaking the ultimate glass ceiling, and being someone not named Trump.
You have to run on something better than that. She didn’t. ‘Nuff said.