Who’s Bitter? Obama, Look Here.

It’s gotta be tough to be a liberal feminist. I mean that with complete empathy — it’s got to be a tough way to live. Ellen Malcolm is actually still stuck on grade or high-school basketball. She writes:

When I was growing up in the 1960s, I wanted to play basketball. In those days, the rules said girls could dribble only three steps and then had to pass the ball. To make sure we didn’t overexert ourselves, we weren’t allowed to cross the half-court line. It’s a wonder our fans (our mothers) could stay awake when a typical game’s final score was 14-10.

It’s remarkable that my generation of women entered the workforce and began to compete in business, politics and the hurly-burly of life outside the home. How did we ever learn to locate, much less channel, our competitive instincts in a world that made us play half-court and assumed that we would be content staying home to iron the shirts? It’s a tremendous tribute to women of my generation that we sucked it up and learned to compete in the toughest environments.

The environment is similar, of course, for Hillary Clinton. This is the story of women’s lives, don’t you know it? Everyone wants her to “curtsy” and pass the ball to Obama. But she is woman and she will roar on.

Get ready, if she pulls off the nomination, I know the campaign theme song, if Emily’s List pays for it: