For Jezebel’s 10th anniversary, we’re revisiting some classic posts from our archive. Here’s to the next ten.
I don’t like Sarah Palin. Maybe you noticed already! But I don’t like any politician who is diabolically anti-choice, who chases wolves down in aircraft only to shoot them when they tire, who supports tearing up the environment and increasingly privatized health care. What I’ve written on this site about Palin so far has been pretty restrained, considering what I feel for her privately could be described as violent, nay, murderous, rage. When Palin spoke on Wednesday night, my head almost exploded from the incandescent anger boiling in my skull.
And I’m not the only one! I had simultaneous IM conversations with many friends, who said things like, “she seems like a fucking monster” and “this feminist wants to murk that idiotic cunt.” The tone of the comments on our Palin acceptance speech live blog was pretty similar; in fact, this comment says it all: “I want to punch her in the face and ruin her shit. Fuck her for ruining this historic moment. THANKS SARAH, THE HOTTEST VP.”
And the question now is why? Why does this particular pitbull in lipstick infuriate—and scare us—so viscerally? Why does her very existence make us feel—and act—so ugly? New York Times columnist Judith Warner calls Palin’s nomination a “thoroughgoing humiliation for America’s women,” because “Palin’s not intimidating, and makes it clear that she’s subordinate to a great man.” Palin, who obviously is incredibly ambitious, masks that ambition behind her PTA placard and “folksy” talk. In the oft-replayed tape from earlier this summer, when asked about the Vice Presidency, Palin notoriously said, ‘”I’m used to bein’ very productive and workin’ real hard in an administration and we want to make sure that that ‘V.P.’ slot would be a fruitful type of position.”
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