I walked into a polling place in Berkeley, California today and voted for Hilary Clinton instead of Bernie Sanders. When my ballot was spat back out of the scanner, rejected I imagined all my friends shaking their Sanders loving slender fingers at me. My girlfriends dressed as Bernie Sanders for Bay to Breakers and waited on line for hours to cheer him on at his Oakland rally. Why do I feel as defective as my ballot voting for Hilary Clinton?
Here’s where you’re really going to shun me. I also voted for Hilary Clinton instead of Barack Obama in the 2008 California primary. I’m sorry that it’s been my dream to see a woman elected president since I watched Geraldine Ferraro at the Democratic National Convention as a little girl and was later called a lesbian after proudly displaying a Newsweek photo of Clinton in her Wellesley College days in my high school locker.
I have good and bad reasons for wanting to see Hilary Clinton elected president of the United States. A bad reason is that the wealthiest I’ve ever been was working as a first year public school teacher when Bill Clinton was president. I think the Clintons know what they’re doing. A good reason is that Hilary Clinton has the foreign policy experience necessary to lead this country.
Women are still treated like shit in the United Sates (we have like the worst parental leave policy in the entire world?). I’d like to see a woman president represent my interests in the White House. I care about reproductive rights, gun violence and equal pay. My friend A says that he will only vote for someone he’d want to play poker with. That statement just fucking sucks as he means he’d rather vote for Donald Trump. More snarky vitriol that Clinton will overcome.
I badly sprained my ankle last night wearing 6” heels. Shoeicide! That’s two falls in two weeks. My coccyx still hurts a ton. My new plan is to only wear heels in bed. I ate sidewalk walking to long lost red panties guy (Uber didn’t exactly drop me off in front of his place). He’d come outside to greet me, ran down the block and scooped me up, which was very nice.
This morning I went to see my doctor. She thought it could be fractured and sent me to get an X-ray. The hospital is a two-minute walk from my doctor’s office. I dragged my swollen purple foot behind me as it started to rain. Berkeley passersby took pity on me. I guy who said he drove for Uber stopped and offered me a free ride. I declined. Then a woman came up and grabbed my arm and helped me hobble.
The woman’s name is Denah Bookstein. She was on her way to teach a memoir class to Holocaust survivors. She entertained me with her stories about her younger self, navigating the subway in heels She said that heels were much shorter back then. When we got close to the entrance she got a wheelchair and wiped off the rainwater pooled on the seat with her hand. She wheeled me all the way down to the X-ray department in the basement and gave me her contact info so I could contact her and let her know I was OK. What an amazingly nice woman. I’m so lucky to live in Berkeley with amazingly nice people!
Extremely painful ankle sprain silver lining story brought to you by Berkeley, California. You should move here.
Read more about Denah Bookstein’s memoir writing class
Why is it not easy to buy condoms in Berkeley, California? It’s easy to buy crack in Berkeley, California. I walked into CVS to buy condoms today and found them locked up in a cage. I pressed a button and over the loud speaker I heard, “Someone come help miss sexually active buy the big box of Durex Extra Sensitive Extra Lubricated condoms to assist with her family planning needs” or something like that.
Google defines family planning as, “the practice of controlling the number of children in a family and the intervals between their births, particularly by means of artificial contraception or voluntary sterilization.” Umm, I’m just trying to have protected sex no bigee. Why is this section called family planning if you can also by flavored lube and vibrators? Why the fuck are condoms locked in a cage? And pregnancy tests too, that’s just rude. I’ve actually been lectured by the store clerk with the power to unlock my First Response before.
I refuse to believe that the sex stuff is locked up at CVS because people steal it. Do people steal a lot of tampons too? The experience made me grumpy. I got the big box so that I don’t have to return anytime soon.