Hold On Moms

I was reading some Tina Brown (the editor in chief of Newsweek) today and she was thinking about how she missed Michelle Bachmann and her comments about mothers bearing the brunt of this recession by trying to keep their families sane as well as intact with band aids and duct tape. Even thinking about this makes me tired. Er, I'm sorry, I mean, tireder.

I love to read about politics and lately the political testosterone-filled reality show has been unsurpassed, but I forget that it wears. me. out. Too much man stuff is going on, so much so that the stuff (testosterone) is flinging from their pores. I don't want anymore of that crap on my skin.

It's making me break out.

I want the sweet smells of women who get me. Me, meaning 50 percent of the voting block. No one running for office seems to give a damn that we, women, are bearing the brunt of the recession just as much if not more than men. So many jobs descriptions, so little time. Worker, doctor, psychologist, cook, maid, accountant, shoulder to cry on, support, chauffeur, life coach, and sex slave (Ok, that one's not that bad). Give me another minute and I'll think of ten more.

We need a voice. A human connection that brings the points that matter to women into focus. Bachmann went back to crazy so currently we have none. Sarah Palin? Hillary Clinton? Elizabeth Warren? Anyone? I'm ready to be courted. I'm ready to hear someone, man or woman, ANYONE who will speak in a rallying cry that isn't that steady sugar-free diet of tax reform and vulture capitalism. I'm not only hungry for something of substance. Something that really affects me and my everyday life. Something that actually matters.

I'm starving for it.