Every wine-spilling Wednesday night with my girlfriends ends in nearly teary-eyed frustration, asking each other: Can an ambitious woman really achieve a career, family and supportive, loving partnership? And lately, if we let Hillary pass us by, have we conceded to that unyielding “good” female quality of compromise? If men come first and roll over, will it ever be our turn?
Michelle Obama stood about fifty yards in front of me, oozing Jackie Kennedy and physically shaking with the ferocity of her message. My mind flashed to a moment on the campaign trail in Iowa that had made me smile, when Barack joked about how he couldn’t succeed without her and then he referred to her as “The Closer.” Maybe this truly is the post-inequality era Oprah declared and it’s time to embrace it. Maybe we got it wrong the first time around and we are really just now electing the nation’s first legitimate Power Couple.
The crowd’s chants of “Yes We Can!” drowning in my ears seemed like an inherent answer.
