I know that when I hear 2018 called the Year of the Woman, I am supposed to huddle with my girlfriends, preferably over rosé, and celebrate the historic number of female candidates in the midterm elections. And yet, I have to confess that the term bums me out.
Really? I think whenever I hear it. We only get a year?
The way we talk about all of these female candidates as they try to drag that cave man known as Congress a bit closer to gender parity leaves me discouraged about how little progress we’ve made. After all, it was Senator Barbara Mikulski who, after she was re-elected in the first Year of the Woman in 1992, said that the term “makes it sound like the Year of the Caribou or the Year of the Asparagus.” Read more>>>