Hillary Needs Some Heel-Appeal

Cosmo just came out with an article talking with four young women about why they support Bernie. “I think he has strong policy stances.” That’s nice. “We want to change our political system.” Shocker.

You know what I don’t see? I don’t see Bernie strapping on some Tory Burch booties and conquering the world. Do you? Nope.

I see Hillary rising to the occasion and taking care of business like she has since she helped to form CHIP. We young women need to really think about what we need in our next President, and it starts by looking down at our shoes.

As I type this, I’m wearing my classic black Louboutins, so I’ll use these to illustrate my point. These patent leather beauties carry all my weight all day long through more shit than I’ll ever know. They protect my toes, feet, and ankles. The soles are designed to pad the balls of my feet that bare more weight in this 4.75” heel. They make me stand tall. They’re stable yet flexible where needed. They remind me to take time to smell the roses admire my fabulous heels and breathe during the day. They make me feel confident and secure during my meetings. I trust that they won’t break under the pressure of all my weight. They will continue to carry me over the grime and filth with every step I take. They’re actually quite commanding on their own. Each separate piece, from the leather to the arch, to the stitching, to the printing of “Louboutin” on the sole, to the heeltap is done with immaculate perfection. The brand is remarkably reliable with a solid reputation and history.

Commanding. Trustworthy. Reliable. Proven. Protecting. Detail-oriented. Proven again. Trench-tested. Proven again. These are qualities I want in the next President of the United States. We need a President to continue the progress of Barack Obama with a realistic plan to take care of campaign finance, equality for all, student loans, and safeguard us from both domestic and foreign terrorism.

It’s great that Marc Jacobs is designing tees for Hillary, but we women need more than a designer tee or a Katy Perry concert. We need a to put on our platforms, rise to the occasion, and stand with the only choice for President. Hillary Clinton. So let’s bring out our heel-appeal for Hillary!

Grandpa Bernie or Empress Hillary?

No wonder the Alpha and the Omega that is HRC isn't reaching my generation - its like she's my nagging, shrill mother-in-law who's scolding me on what I haven't done for her son and her granddog. (In real life, my boyfriend's mom ROCKS MORE THAN ANYONE HAS A SPARKLE OF A CLUE, so don't misinterpret!)

So literally, women a bit older than me and a lot younger than me are being asked to choose between "Grandpa wants to help pay for your college" and "Stand up for ME! Me! Me! Me!" 

Hillary babe, I love you. You're the only candidate in my eyes, and in the eyes of my contemporaries. Quit yelling at me. Quit yelling at America. You've already proven yourself. We ALL know it. I've never seen grace under fire in my life like the day you owned the Benghazi hearing. And the very next day, I got to see you in person at the DNC's WLF annual conference (in that fabulous green long jacket!). That's my Hillary. We ALL know you in our own way and love you. As a dear, dear friend once said to me (I'm looking at you Stanford), "Go do you." 

Hillary, we're here. We're behind you. Go be you. That's how you really, really win.