From Aimee Cirucci:
Yesterday, for the first time in my life I was given the opportunity to vote for a woman on a national presidential ticket.
I was too young to vote for Geraldine Ferraro in 1984 and this year I watched the systematic destruction of Hillary Clinton by a Democratic party which preached inclusively but failed to practice it. I was told by the media, my friends, the Obama campaign and pundits everywhere that if I wanted to be a part of history I'd have to vote for a first-term senator from Illinois.
Yesterday, all that changed.
I found myself goosebumped and riveted to the self-described hockey mom from Alaska. No one could be further outside the Beltway. She makes Obama look slick, coiffed and calculating (which he is).
No one further destroys the myth that middle aged women are frumpy, bitchy, and past their prime. This woman is formidable. Her presence on the ticket is ground breaking and important. The Obama campaign's quickly dashed off response to her choice reeked of sexism and immaturity. If this is a sign of things to come it's not going to be pretty.
Somehow I think she can handle it.