It’s a whole different primary day here in the Mid-Atlantic today.
The “mommybloggers” are blogging about it.
Our office manager is quietly sporting a Vote of Die t-shirt under her cute sweater today.
Everyone in my office had already voted by 9:00 a.m.
The Liberal Ladies* were aflurry on email this morning reporting in on their poll experiences.
I voted at 7:30 this morning. There were not many people in line and I
was in and out within five minutes. I was number 71 on the VA D
Any other experiences out there?
I went at 8:45 a.m. and was number 105 on the D side and noticed that there were about 35 voters on the R side. There was a small line (about 4 people) when I left which is a lot for our little precinct!
I left my house at 9:30, walked over, no line at all but they said right
before I came that the line was to the door, which is my usual experience.
A few came inafter me, all Ds – not an R in sight.
OK – My Husband went at 11:00. No one else was there. He took
an ‘R’ card (don’t ask) – he was number 45. The R cards are white and the
D cards are blue. He said there was a huge stack of blue cards…
I voted for Hillary because as I stood in the booth and looked at the names
on the ballot I just HAD to vote for a woman, especially after my daughter told me
this morning that she wanted me to vote for Hillary because she wants to be
president one day and thought that having a woman now would help her
later. How could I not??
Had I been able to vote, I would have voted in the democratic primary for
Obama (You missed a bit of the political banter at dinner – I am not a fan of
Hillary Clinton – my impression is that she will stop at nothing to gain power
so there was much debate over the pros and cons of the two leading democratic
contenders). As you may know, in Virginia Independents are allowed to vote in
either primary and you must sign a form saying you will not vote in the other
Got to tell you, I was so pleased and proud to see a woman’s name on the
But I’m one of those “older women in pant suits” – I really resent being
stereotyped (and being old). I suppose the rest of you can figure it
out…I stopped at the Corner Bakery after I voted proudly wearing my “I voted”
sticker. The cashier asked if I voted for her candidate and when I said
yes, she gave me the thumbs up. I guy in his early 20’s with a goatee
gasped in horror and said at least I was in the right party. I asked him
if he wanted to discuss and he rolled his eyes, and turned away in disgust, and
under his breath said “you people are losers”. Needless to say, I was a
bit deflated. This party needs to work together!
So the Liberal Ladies who were able to vote (one is a registered Independent and therefore can’t vote in the MD primary) went for Hillary 2-1 (in VA). We still have two who haven’t yet voted (one in VA and one in DC)–but they plan to.
Co-workers are coming in 3 for Obama (two voting in VA and one in MD) and one for…we think Huckabee.
I’m leaning very heavily toward Obama. And I say leaning right now because I this morning I was sure I was going to vote for him, but I’ve talked to two different women today who talked about the idea of voting for Clinton because of their daughters.
I have to tell you I am over the moon that there is a woman on the ballot. For the first time in my life, I have the chance to vote for a woman for President. My whole life I’ve been told I could do anything, but the faces in the highest office never looked like mine, so there always seemed to be a caveat to that promise.
I mentioned this to my boss over lunch today and he responded by saying that it might be wonderful to see a woman on the ticket, but that doesn’t mean she’s the right candidate–and then he laughed like he had made the best joke at my expense. While I agree with this premise, it pissed me off. As a white man, he has no idea how it feels to look at our country’s top leaders (save the recent ascent of Pelosi) and not see your mother’s or your face among them.
And don’t worry. I told him so.
So when I visit the polls tonight I believe I will put a check next to the name Barak Obama, but not without ache in my heart.
*I’d link to a post about my girls the “Liberal Ladies” but they refuse to comment on my blog–except one of them, once, anonymously–though I know they’re lurking. So alas. this is the first time you’ve probably heard of them. And if they don’t begin to comment, I’m going to start making up stories about each of them here.