At her victory party, Hillary was like the heroine of a Lifetime movie, a woman in peril who manages to triumph. Saying that her heart was full, she sounded the feminist anthem: “I found my own voice.”
Aiiieeee. I saw Hillary deliver this pithy lil quote last night in real-time and nearly lost it. I mean seriously… “Lost it” is perhaps too kind, too gentle, too un-descriptive of my true state. “Ballistic,” as in “He went ballistic…” might work better. As soon as I heard those words I literally rose from my seat and paced up and down the room for a good three minutes, mumbling epithets the whole time, before I calmed down.
And why might that be, you ask, Gentle Reader?
The Second Mrs. Pennington somehow managed to work this phrase into her every rant about my faults and failings, her dissatisfaction with me, in general, and our life together, specifically, during the end-game of our marriage. I found that trait amusing at first, irritating soon thereafter, and unbearable in short order. I mean...your voice went missing for 22 and a half frickin' years? And you've just now found it? For the singular purpose of beating the crap out of me? Really? How absolutely droll, M'Dear.
I had hoped to never hear that particular phrase ever again after we were all over. And then last night: there it was.
Aiiiieeee.
(And in a first for EIP: the quote is from MoDo, writing at her usual place of business. Aiiee, yet again.)(The pic is SN3 and TSMP in the Denver airport, July 2001.)
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