“...Upon my return to the office, I pick up the phone to call my best friend Karen and say “Seriously Kare, I just realized that there is no way in my right mind that I can vote a woman into office. I just lost it so big time with Fed Ex. And not the kind of lost it where you just get a little mad and feel frustrated, but a full on, out of body, PMS ranting, panting and out of my mind crazy, kind of lost it type situation. Who am I right now?”
I went on to describe in detail the exchange and my less-than-stellar behavior. I said, “There is just no way anyone in this state of mind should have access to any button or secret code to launch bombing or nuclear weapon of any sort. Truthfully, I can’t even agree to a woman in my state having general access or dinner with any foreign head of state in this condition.” I couldn’t in the deep part of my heart hand over any ounce of power to someone who has these unpredictable hormones gushing through her body, could I?
Nope. And I realize instantly that I just proved every single person who has ever used PMS as a poor, lame, weak and sexist excuse not to vote a woman into office, that they may actually be onto something.
Suddenly this very unpleasant state permitted my twenty something years of being a good feminist soldier to become clouded, altered and I suppose altogether kidnapped. Any ounce of previous inspiration I had soaked up from great feminist writers like Simone De Beauvoir, and Betty Friedan were suddenly tossed out the door...and somehow Fed ex officially high jacked my vote and delivered it to Camp Obama.
Well, at least for the next four days or so.”
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/stacie-krajchir/how-fed-ex-high-jacked-my_b_101764.html
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While I realize she is admitting that PMS is clouding her judgment, there’s still something that bothers me about this Huff piece. Thoughts?