I watched Chelsea introduce her mom. I watched Hillary formally accept the nomination to be the Democratic candidate for president. I watched a woman who I admire and respect the hell out of shatter a glass ceiling that has existed for American women as long as this country has existed.
And I did all while wearing my sweet Hillary socks (another birthday gift from a dear friend, I'm pretty easy to shop for).
Watching her up there, I couldn't help but wonder what she must be thinking.
"It's about damn time."
"My turn now, jerks."
And probably something along the lines of "God I'm tired."
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for this woman. You may disagree with her positions or plans. You may not think women should be president. You may just have bought into the decades of Republican propaganda about her.
But this woman is tough as fucking nails.
I spend more time than I should wondering what people think of me, if I've said the wrong thing, if they're not responding to my emails because they don't like me. But this woman. This woman has had every vile thing you could say about a person said about her. On TV. Printed in newspapers and magazines. Said to her face. And every day she gets up, puts on her pants, and goes out into the world to do good. And takes it. She takes it all. And she's still standing.
Many people say they don't like Hillary because they don't know "who she is" or that she's not personable enough. But you know what? That look in her eyes when she talks about the responsibilities of being Commander in Chief. That face that says "I mean business and I know what the hell I'm doing." That is what matters to me most. That is why I'm voting for her in November. That is what makes me proud to be an American woman.
I'm with her. Are you?