It is possible women have been lied to all along; there is no such thing as a glass ceiling.
In the time since my grandmother’s birth in 1906, women were headbutting some force, that is for certain. We were allowed into the military, and shortly after, granted voting privileges. We were allowed to earn our own living, and we might yet one day be guaranteed equal pay to do so. We have fought – and continue to fight for autonomy over our own bodies. And in my life time, we have been allowed to open bank accounts and lines of credit without a man co-signing our debts and co-owning our assets.
Don’t tell me the ceiling is glass. It would have shattered years ago under the swell of women rising. It is granite and the first head to break through was never going to do it with lipstick straight and every hair in place. This is hard, dusty labor.
Early in the election cycle – when we were all still allowed to hope for better than what we’ve already had, I wanted a different kind of President. My chief complaint about Hillary was and still is that she is no different than any of the seven men who’ve occupied the oval office in my lifetime , or really, the 19 since my grandmother was born. Her scandals are no more egregious than Nixon’s, Carter’s or Reagan’s – to name a few. But her experience is greater than Coolidge, Hoover, FDR, JFK, GW Bush, or Obama – to name but a few more. I understand the philosophical difference of political opinion where Hillary Rodham Clinton is concerned, but I reject the fallacy that she is too corrupt and not experienced. All things being equal, scandal and experience would remain ignored in a male candidate. One need only look to her opponent’s own active investigations, trials, business failures, and lack of even the most basic civic knowledge for proof.
I stand by what I’ve taught my sons and daughters: gender is no reason to vote for a candidate. But on Wednesday, it is why we will be celebrating.
Half Nuts, Will Travel 
Good morning, Serena, Thanks for clearing that up for me. I never understood the term “glass ceiling” as a deterrent for the advancement of women. My experience, (teaching and working for church) made it clear that most men (and the women who believed it was the man’s right), ruled the halls of everything—from the corporations to the church aisles. It’s a mystery to me why some men consider women in the workplace the enemy, and, worse than that, display a mind set of ownership of said women. (Roger Ailes comes to mind.) Mrs. Costco will do the baking and Service Master will clean the house. So what’s the problem? Getting down from my soapbox now.
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I worked hard to be taken seriously, both in the military and in a male dominated work place in the corporate world. My choices were to be a bitch, or a fuck monkey. I’m not going to disparage what role other women have been more comfortable in – but I chose bitch.
It strikes me that not one of my male counterparts ever had to make that choice. They got to be both assholes AND bed hoppers. And as an added bonus, some chose to be genuinely nice people, too – which was not an option that was left open to the women I knew who wanted to advance.
The ceiling isn’t glass, but I do believe some sunlight is going to be streaming through it come Wednesday morning – and how dare anyone try to denigrate the way Hillary broke through.
I like your soap box.
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