Last month I was wondering if Geraldine Ferrarro was right in explaining that many women who support Hillary totally identify themselves with Hillary’s current situation: an older dowdy woman who has sacrificed everything for her career and who perceives herself as being more experienced and qualified, more intelligent and better prepared, losing the top job to a younger nice looking inexperienced man who’s just good at BS. And she knows this is her only chance.
The anger of Ms. Christian and her Democrat sisters has perhaps less to do with the fact that Barack Obama is an “inadequate black male” than that he is the trophy wife for whom Mrs. Clinton – and by extension, her graying, menopausal supporters — has been thrown over.
A trophy wife, of course, is the younger, less shopworn, unlined, doe-eyed, and sometimes opportunistic woman some middle-aged men marry upon achieving the measure of worldly success that puts them in more “elite” company. Mixing with a “higher caliber” of people, such men know what they wish to present to the world: energy, a tuned-in trendiness, a certain sleekness of manner, and above all, youth! If they can’t quite project all of that with their comb-overs, their sagging jowls, and their reading glasses, why, a pretty young wife and pretty young children are just the accessories to help the illusion along.
To the curb goes the first wife, who worked his way through college, raised the children, kept the house tidy, blended the families, and played hostess to the bosses and hangers-on; she made him look good. The first wife laughed at the stale jokes, refilled the glasses, endured the late nights alone, and gazed in dewy-eyed worship as he took his bows. She learned to turn a blind eye to his follies — and perhaps his fillies — in the belief that one day it would all pay off. She believed in him and all he stood for; she espoused his cause and made his arguments, only to discover that if she Botoxed herself into mummification and submitted to looking as perpetually surprised as Nancy Pelosi, she was still a middle-aged woman – a little too wise and weary to impress his new, superficial friends, or to be impressed by them, and not terribly interested in a helpmeet/sidekick do-over.
And let’s not ignore the fact that Hillary stuck by her man while he was cheating on her with a gaggle of women, just so she could attain the nomination. Now she’s been dumped.
If you look at the comments at Hillary For President, hundreds of women are furious over the current state of things. They know what’s going on. As The Anchoress says,
Harriet Christian and the angry women who support Hillary Clinton and who vow to vote for John McCain in November see Obama the trophy wife. In the party, they see an insecure man reassuring himself and his cronies that he is successful, relevant, and energetic, even if some of that is illusory. They expect that the untried trophy wife – let loose upon the world and eager, so eager, to get ahead – will eventually make him nostalgic for the maddening but dependable first wife, who knew him, liked him, and understood how to restrain him from his own excesses. Having abandoned her for the expensive and exhausting “new” wife and the “new” family and the flashy friends, he will – in the wee, small hours – miss the dependable old gal he threw aside for glamour, but he’ll never admit it.
But it’s going to be an interesting Summer: Hillary suspended -not ended – her campaign. And there’s a new development in the works: in this morning’s top story at the Wall Street Journal, Hillary is now the subject of the kind of “divine light” photographic treatment we’ve seen exclusively on the Obama side:
There’s still fight in the old gal yet…