I had this long blog post in mind about how I really feel about Sarah Palin. About how a hot hockey-mom can flirt her way into the White House long before far more capable and intelligent women have the chance to get there. About how her voice always hovers just at the breaking point whenever she speaks, as if she’s a breathless cheerleader. About the wink in the vice-presidential debate. About her die-hard conviction that her teenage daughter not only had to have the child regardless of how she actually might have felt about felt about becoming a mother at the age of 17, but she is now forcing the poor girl to marry her boyfriend.
I’ll spare you my feelings on Palin’s qualifications to be a mother, given her daughter’s situation. I will only say that if a teenager does not know enough about birth control and/or does not have easy enough access to it to avoid an unwanted pregnancy, then her parents have failed her. I will leave it at that.
And then, just as I was about to start writing up my long eloquent rant, someone else has already written it.
Helen Philpot, ladies and gentlemen. An 82-year old lady living in Texas, blogging with her best friend who lives in Maine, and Helen is putting words to all the things I’ve wanted to say about Palin and the people just like her. And here I am using “lady” in the more old-fashioned, European sense of the word. I believe you Americans call people like these “a class act”. ;-)
(Thanks to The Dish for linking to Helen Philpot’s blog)