Hillary Clinton Running For President Isn’t Crazy, But Life Itself Is
Hillary Clinton is running for President, and just like that another batch of close-minded citizens (though that devalues such a word) have come screaming out of the woodwork. Just another day in the life, right? Let me first say that I support, no, encourage political opinions, disagreements, healthy debates and so on. I have no problem with people challenging me on how life-changing Toy Story 3 was (It was). However, I have a threshold. I, too, have a boiling point. Picture almost a thermometer-like figure with that off-brand mercury substance being stupid, irrational thoughts—and when it gets to the top…Let’s just say it’s not my favorite feeling in the world (note: my favorite feeling is waking up, realizing I don’t have to get up, and going back to sleep).
Unfortunately, this year my stupidity thermometer, if you will, has been closer to the top than to the bottom. I’ve had some kind of first amendment type fever. It started with terribly racist comments surrounding the events in Ferguson (and elsewhere), it continued with a heap of anti-semitism worldwide, and now, comments surrounding Hillary Clinton’s decision to run for president.
Like I said, have your own political views. That’s wonderful. That’s FANTASTIC. Golden star for you. No matter how much I disagree, I’ll respect that. What I can’t respect is sexism. What I can’t respect is degrading a person based on your irrational views backed by nothing whatsoever. What I can’t respect is bullying, because in the end, that’s what this is.
And I don’t necessarily agree with Hillary Clinton’s views. I’m not even saying I am going to vote for her (sorry if you’re reading this, Hill). I haven’t done my research yet. What I do know, though, is that in the past week following her announcement, I’ve heard an abundance of absurd, unfair remarks.
Anything from a group expressing concerns about Hillary’s willingness to be aggressive to her decision-making ability. I ask myself, would people be making these very same comments if, say, I, a man, was running for president? Probably not. Because I’m perfect. Moving on.
These comments, both in person and online, started to get to me. These thoughts made me feel embarrassed for the people expressing them. Is it because I’m a religious minority? I’m sure that has something to do with it, but I think the bigger piece of this inequality puzzle is that I just expect everyone to be good people—to do good things. Clearly, this attitude sometimes proves to be foolish.
Which brings me here. So you think it’s so ridiculous that a woman is running for president, huh? Well, let’s put this “insane” notion into context, shall we?