This political season I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference of generations. Women my mother and grandmothers’ ages, whether they are fans of Hillary Clinton personally or not, understand the significance of this race differently than I do. I understand how amazing it is that she was the first woman, and Barack Obama the first African-American, to run for President. It’s so great that this is the political landscape for Democrats this year: history-making, significant.
And while I understand the importance, it was not enough to base my decision on. Because of the historic nature of the race, I would not have supported anyone except the two of them, I knew that much. But in deciding to support Obama, I did not feel the huge sense of betrayal my mother felt in doing the same. I didn’t feel like this was a betrayal to feminism, or that this would be the last time I would see a woman vying for the office in my lifetime.
Even in my life, women have made major steps towards equality, but none so large as the strides that were made before me. Because of them, I have been fortunate to grow up in a time when women having choices about careers, marriage, and having children is not revolutionary. It is just the way it is. I truly honor everything they sacrificed and fought for so that my experience of life as a woman could be different.