on the vp debates: what do bobby valentino and sarah palin have in common?

Dear Readers,

“When I get up all in ya/we could hear the angels calling us,” croons Bobby Valentino in his hit collabo with Lil Wayne. I can’t get enough of that “wee-oh-wee-oh-wee,” Bobby Valentino takes his lines to the bottom of his heart. The song is Lil Wayne’s homage to a “lady cop” he’s diggin on, a lyrical story bolstered with one line zingers like, “I asked her for her number, she said 9-1-1.” Sensual and fun, the song alludes to that tipping point moment when powerful women let themselves need. Which is something I wish Palin would do.
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I wish Palin would let her hair down, get empathetic, be the change.

Take for example, last night’s Vice Presidential debate (only the 7th debate between VP candidates in U.S. history), there was this one moment when Biden choked up.

Biden broke like a cloud letting through a streak of sunlight. It was just after he embodied his working class father leaving the family to go find work, “Honey, I’ll send for you and the kids when I get enough money.” It was a bit before Biden shared a lesson he learned from an elder in the congressional game, “Question Judgment Not Motive.” It was when Biden was moved to speak about familiarity with loss, about his ailing son. A rewind moment. A sink into the heart of the man moment. Then the camera switches to Palin. And instead of acknowledging the depth of the moment, Palin plowed ahead with her “mavericks in Congress” high rotation sound bite. And I wondered. America seems ready for a masculine feminine figure in office. But is American ready for femininity?

Cuz you can have all the signs of being a woman–the kids, the warm tone of tough love–without championing the feminine sensibilities. Those sensibilities that give us a sixth sense for how to handle a flood, crash, death while staying low in our hips, unwinding our lips from the Durga ferocity that is our days to a slow sailing clip, mouth dripping gold, never getting old because our souls stay fed and feeding, healing all y’all bleeding, this is just the start, the next post is on Culture Wars, I write to you from my heart. Stay tuned.

Thank you for reading. And here’s to high expectations for all women, from Palin to lady cops to the women whose sons they shoot to kill.

Peace,

roopa

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