#767 Obvious Prejudice

The long Democratic primary season has taught me sexism and racism are going strong.
Take wardrobe.
Hillary is saddled with the expectations for her sex. Barack can wear the same thing every day of the week—black suit, primary-colored tie, white shirt. He’s covered, for anywhere or anything, from a bowling alley to a church rally.
No one says cattily, “Oooh did you see that black suit he was wearing? It was the same one he wore a week ago Tuesday. And did you see his dress shirt. It was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage.”
Hillary faces time-wasting wardrobe decisions wherever she goes. Unfortunately it’s her own gender that’s the most vicious. Look at her hair. Look at her scarf—they are so passé.
Look at her PANTSUIT.
That word, my friend, defines the sexism. But tell me, what is different from the “pantsuit” Hillary wears and the “suit” that Barack wears? Aside from a few darts for a few extra curves, nothing. They both have a coat and matching pants. That’s what a suit is.
Oh no, you say, a suit for woman is a coat and skirt. Yeah, there’s a practical fashion choice when you’re dukeing it out with Putin or duck hunting in Pennsylvania.
Those skirts are so cozy and utilitarian. Just the thing to catch on your broken heel when you’re running from the monster and need your big brave man to save you.
Sexism is when the dialogue turns to what you’re wearing, not what you’re saying.
But Obama has it worse. Because racism is even more insidious. Barack is widely spoken of as the first Black candidate. And yet he is half white.
He is exactly as much white as he is black.
But it appears that in the American media if you are any percentage black you are considered black. Like one drop of food coloring in a big glass of milk, it’s no longer white, so it must be something other than white, and by implication, something less than pure. Talk about elitism.
Pantsuits and prejudice, this is a hell of an election.
I wonder what would happen if Barack put on a skirt...
America, ya gotta love it.