“A woman’s place is in the house, but not the White House,” the bumper sticker read.
My son, Tim, snapped the photo earlier this month in Kansas City.
“What century is this?” he asked rhetorically.
My heart warmed to think he is affronted by such chauvinism.
Last weekend female tennis professionals were told they should “get down on their knees” in gratitude to their male counterparts for making tennis such a lucrative sport.
That gem was espoused by Ray Moore, director of a tennis tournament in California at which Serena Williams and Victoria Azarenka battled for the $1 million prize. Moore, 69, said women’s success at the professional level came from riding “the coattails of men,” and not, presumably, that they work as hard.
That the prize money is equal for men and women athletes rankles some men.
Last week, a political pundit told Hillary Clinton she should smile more.
If she were quick, Hillary could have flung that arrow right back at Joe Scarborough of TV’s “Morning” show.
In probably her most endearing moment, she has admitted, “I am not a natural politician, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Instead, Hillary Clinton is super smart and has more accomplishments hanging from her belt than any of the other candidates.
The double standard makes you seriously wonder if the United States will ever have a female president.
How can it be that Bernie’s permanent scowl is somehow endearing but on Hillary it’s unbecoming?
“Life’s a bitch, so don’t vote for one,” reads another bumper sticker.
By now we can shrug off Donald’s hair, but if Hillary is having a bad hair day she’s “scary.”
