Tuesday night, I sat in front of the TV watching Hillary’s victory speech and I cried. Finally. It’s not that I adore Hillary. I don’t. I actually voted for Bernie in the primary. But still, finally. After over 200 years of male nominees and presidents, we have a female nominee of a major political party. Finally. It took over 100 years for women to get the right to vote. It took another 100 years for women to get the right to vote for a woman for president. Finally.
Growing up, we were all told that we could be whatever we wanted to be, including president. But there had never been a female president, so, as girls, we knew that wasn’t entirely true. We knew we could be lots of things, but president wasn’t really one of them. We were still undervalued by our society. We still undervalued ourselves. To this day, we still earn less than our male counterparts as a whole. We don’t fully count.
But Tuesday changed that for me just a little bit. Finally. Suddenly, I feel like I matter just a little bit more. Finally. I feel like our society is starting to recognize that we women are competent and valuable. Finally. If enough people can vote for a woman to potentially be our future president, then they’re starting to get it. They’re starting to get me. I feel a little bit more powerful.
I don’t expect everyone to like Hillary. I get it. But her background in government – from first lady, to senator, to Secretary of State – makes her eminently qualified – probably more so than any of her recent male counterparts who ran for the presidency. We still have to be more impressive than men to get the same recognition and respect, but we’re doing it.
And this year, finally, I will get to vote for a woman for the President of the United States of America. Finally.