Last night Anna and I sat down briefly to examine the election results. Hillary Clinton won, naturally, and Anna, as a woman, was infuriated. “Hillary Clinton is a lunatic.” She announced to no one in particular, “She’s a sick suburban cunt with dadddy issues. A chronic masturbator. A power hungry slut.”
“You’re being sexist.”
“Am I?” Anna snapped.
“Maybe. I guess it depends. Would you feel the same way if she was a man?”
“How the fuck would I know? How can ’she’ be a man? Don’t be dim with me Fletcher.”
She had a point. It is impossible to divorce the politics and personality from the gender, I think. What is Hillary were a man? What if Obama were white, what if McCain were a black woman? What if Bill Clinton were a black Jew? What is Jesus was Hitler?
Anna sighed, “Let’s get some whippets, I’m sick of this shit.”
