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.the wink heard 'round the world.
Now that the election dust has settled and the campaign smoke has cleared, I feel I can finally fully-address my level of sheer repugnance for Sarah Palin. I’m only doing this because she refuses to pack it in and give it up. I had figured that if she won, I was stuck listening to her whenever she came out of Cheney’s old undisclosed bunker location and that if she lost, she would head back up to Alaska and return her focus to her state’s senatorial blunders and her family’s looming expectation. Instead, I have been treated to more Sarah Palin stories, interviews, news shows, and quotes than the guy I voted for. Less than two weeks after the most historic show of American solidarity since 9/11, we have abandoned our desire for hope and change and other positive symbols long since lost to our constant elitist money-hunger and back-stabbing bitchiness as a nation. Rather than give President-elect Barack Obama* the respect the position of popular vote winner or President used to command, we keep encouraging Sarah Palin and her 15-minutes of famous blunders.
During the entire election, no question bothered me more than: “I don’t understand why you don’t like Sarah Palin! As a woman, isn’t she everything you aspire to be?” The short answer to that question is NO (typically with some expletive or another in front of it and a look of revulsion so immediate it would make small children cry). The long answer, I believe, takes some explanation. When I would critique and criticize Sarah Palin in the past, I attempted to do so by looking only at her politics or of the way her politics and, therefore, image was being marketed. Some of the media did the same by
There are things, surprisingly enough, that I admire about Governor Palin. She is remarkably fierce. No, I don’t mean “fierce” in the Tyra-Banks-finger-snapping –“Work it, girl!” sort-of way. But, she is unrelentingly ferocious in a business that has long ago lost any sense of civility. To be admired and praised as female and not have any aspect of her gendered person hood demarcated by the sheer aggressiveness of her political (and personal) attacks is something Hillary Clinton could, sadly, not achieve.
Another thing Hillary couldn’t achieve that Palin had no problem conveying was her sex appeal. Why anyone aspiring to the highest and most distinguished job in the nation also needs to be the object of masturbatory fantasies is beyond me, but there you have it. And, while the majority of Americans said they agreed with me in polls, the merchandising of Sarah Palin told a different story. From poorly tarted-up dolls to porn videos done by Palin look-a-likes to companies using her name and likeness to sell the goods that looked similar to the ones she sported. Of course, all this marketing doesn’t mean that Sarah Palin or her camp authorized nor enabled it. Yet, it was out there and we bought it (and bought into it). Looking like Sarah (or looking at her lasciviously) became our new national obsession and her persona, unchanging, played into it. Knowing our nation collectively thought she was “cute”, she threw us that patented wink and a smile to keep us wanting more.







