When I read this,
I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it’s their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.
I don’t like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.
I was completely convinced that it was a parody. But the woman is apparently stark raving sincere.
Such witless self-absorption!
My favourite line: “Maybe it’s their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one.” No, babes, not many people have. I recommend you stick with giant stuffed teddies.
Note: Anyone who is sufficiently connected to the real world to want a serious look at the questions around polar bear numbers, I strongly recommend this article in Canada’s Maclean’s Magazine (Who’s telling the truth about the fate of a Canadian icon? by Colin Campbell and Kate Lunau (January 25, 2008)) Maclean’s is sufficiently credible to be the target of serious efforts to cripple it.