Our kids have left, returning to Chicago and San Francisco. John and I have enjoyied a few last rays of Mexican sun and we’re waiting for the It’s been a good week.
One thing I like about vacation is the chance to reflect with few distractions. I’ve been reflecting on how offended I am by Bernie Sanders. Every time I get an e-mail beginning “brothers and sisters” and ending “in solidarity” while, Rubio-like, recasting a narrow loss as victory, my sense of the man’s enormous ego is reinforced.
But it’s worse; it’s affecting me in real life too. If a waiter seems amused that when the bill comes John hands it to me (because I can be relied on to carry a card and keep track of it) I am angry. If a man, however well-meaning, steps in uninvited to help with a task I am perfectly capable of performing I seethe with a mixture of resentment and guilt. Somehow the constant media swipes at Hillary make me feel these small humiliations more keenly.
The Sanders challenge has moved the discussion to the left, for which I salute him. But I would not look forward to a President Bernie. I’m with her.
Still holding an extra bedroom for a Hillary Clinton volunteer…
Well said Paula!