Anyone seen the new issue of The New Republic? The one with Hillary Clinton looking kooky as hell with her arms thrown up in the air and her face all screwed up and whacked out? The one that just screams, "Look at me, I'm a female politician and I'm hysterical! Don't you want me to have my finger on the button? If I run out of Midol, I might just push it! Estrogen makes me THAT nutso!"
If you're unaware of the etymology of the word "hysterical," please allow me fill you in - it's not just a crazy coincidence that both "hysterical" and "hysterectomy" have the same prefix. Read this article from slate.com - http://www.slate.com/id/2190282/ - and get back to me. I'll wait.
Do you get the none-so-subtle point The New Republic is aiming for? Hillary Clinton's uterus makes her full-on BATTY. Isn't that a sunny opinion to have of women in positions of political power? Don't you just love a country where the use of racial stereotypes are grounds for termination and the use of gender stereotypes gets you the front cover of a national political publication? Why does this double standard make no one else crazy? Is it just me?
Maybe my uterus is acting up again. I suppose I should go take two Midol and lie down.
Sexist bastards.
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