The excitement some women are experiencing about seeing U.S.'s first female presidential nominee is understandable. It's dismaying that their desperation to witness this event in their lifetimes has herded them to an insipid knock-off like HRC as their standard-bearer.
In my lifetime I’ve always wanted to see a wheel of sharp cheddar cheese as President, but I’m not that desperate if my only choice is a moldy lump of processed Velveeta. My standard-bearer would have standards. Disconcerting that others are much less discriminating.
Related to this epochal moment is a little-known anecdote buried in the annals of U.S. political lore, mentioned here to put HRC's achievement in perspective. Clinton, the vaunted glass ceiling smasher with borrowed swagger, has staked a claim as "the first female presidential nominee of a major American political party."
Seasoned wordsmiths wary of suspicious modifiers in any HRC jabber would note if the word "major" was deleted from her statement, Clinton's claim is altogether false. How? Two words: Victoria Woodhull. Who's that, you ask? Well, Ms. Woodhull scooped Hillary – she was the Equal Rights Party's nominee to run against incumbent president Ulysses S. Grant in 1872. So much for the first ceiling smasher hype.
But, but, but...here come the apologists...nobody's ever heard of the Equal Rights Party, and it's not even major! That's right, but by the same token, without a "major" Hillary isn't even a player, much less the first female nominee. And saying it's so doesn't make it so, except in her own diminutive mind.