I am interested in our nation’s changing perceptions—and altered reception—of Hillary Clinton.
Do you remember Hillary Rodham Clinton? Do you remember Hillary with the headbands? National healthcare Hillary… the woman (and the vision and her efforts) that far preceded Obama? Do you remember Hillary, the faithful wife, betrayed? Then the stoic Hillary that stood by her man? Remember campaigning Hillary—sharp, powerful, at times charming—who as Secretary of State turned public defeat into personal, national, and international resilience?
I remember those many incarnations, and I remember the media (not just the conservative media and not just men) taking umbrage with everything— including her wonderful guffaw laugh, even her headbands, and when she dropped the headbands to don a more sophisticated style, taking umbrage even with that. Has there ever been a first lady, I wonder, who received such vitriolic scrutiny? But then again has there ever been a first lad
y as confident, powerful, and who has had such far-reaching impact (and consequently inspired such defensiveness) as Ms. Clinton? And now our retired, dare I say borderline-beloved, Secretary of State Hillary has changed… again. But perhaps it is we who have changed.
I could argue that it is she who has “arrived.” That all those life experiences have seasoned her and made her more “mellow,” and “likeable,” has shaved off those “shrill” and “unappealing” edges. But really, who are we kidding? I think it is we who have done the “arriving.” Hillary has been Hillary has been Hillary throughout her entire life and career. It is only now that we are able to hold all that she is, has done, and represents. And I wonder why? Why this change of heart now?
Because at 65, Hillary has entered her Grandma years. Look at the pictures: most are of her seated, relaxed, wearing glasses, sporting a quiet, Buddha-like smile. The threat of castration is over. I jest, but only somewhat. We were first introduced to Hillary as “mother”—literally because Chelsea was thirteen during the time of the inauguration, and archetypally since Hillary, then middle age, was at the height of her physical, psychological, sexual power.
Hillary for 2016!
I recognize, I’m greatly simplifying things, but you must recognize the nugget of truth: Many of us don’t know how to process, strong, decisive, smart, unapologetic, women leaders, especially if age does not soften their sharper edges and our own, adolescent fears.
This is not just about Hillary getting older. This is about a systemic, national problem: we as a nation have had so few opportunities to grow with real women leaders. To embrace women leaders in their prime, we need more examples of and access to brilliant, powerful titans; and yet in order to for those kinds of leaders to be successfully emerge without ruthless attack, we need to make room for them, invite them to the table, recognize that the powerful woman isn’t necessarily your mother, or your grandmother, but a being completely her own, recognizing that when she rules, she will do so justly.
People, we must remember: the political isn’t always personal.