When the Guys on My Side Look Bad
I listen to conservative talk radio in the car during my long commute home. Well, last night, they played a clip of Hillary Clinton being asked a question about who does her hair, and, during the answer, she broke into a sob when she mentioned how hard the struggle is to change the world, and how much is at stake.
I was moved. It was the first time this women seemed like a real human being to me, instead of sleazy lawyer addicted to falsehood. I felt sympathy for her– and I don’t consider myself a very sympathetic man.
Of course, the Dems regard us, the normal people, as devils, and they think the world is on the brink of destruction from which only their latest crackpot fad of junk science or junk economics, socialized medicine or socialized environmentalism, will save us. They are the crusaders, theirs is the true faith, and we normal people who just want to live our lives and be left alone, we are the Paynims. Fine. I got it. I am not on their side.
But still, you have to feel sorry for her when a woman sobs, or else you are not a man any more.
Well, the conservative radio guys began gloating and mocking Lulu Hogg (as I like to think of her) as if this public display of emotion would somehow hurt her in the polls. The days when a stoic regard for suffering without complaint, my conservative friends, I regret to say, are long gone. We are an infantile society now, and displays of temper, good or bad, are regarded as honest and authentic.
The guys on my side who made disparaging comments here are just wrong, on several levels. We are the side that thinks men and women should act differently, aren’t we? Aren’t we the side that does not want women to put of a false front of masculine dispassionate stoicism?
Of course, on the other hand, crying in public is not very Presidential. I cannot recall seeing Margaret Thatcher doing it.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
