I know very little about Australian politics, mostly by choice. I read the headlines, but politics in general don't interest me, here, there, anywhere. You may recall that I crush on all things Australian with a few exceptions, politics being one of them. I remember when I lived in Sydney 20 years ago that I found Australian culture to be a bit sexist relative to what I was used to. After all that I still have a thing for Australian men. Go figure. Things have changed quite a bit since then. I don't know how much given I’ve lived in the U.S. since, but enough that they now have a woman leading their country, a milestone we've yet to achieve here in the States.
During our last election a lot of women were rooting for Hillary Clinton. They wanted women everywhere to support her because having a woman president would break the glass ceiling in the White House. In the primaries I voted Obama. Hillary, to me, seemed to be in bed with her own ambition – too cut in the politician's mold. I didn't care that she shared my gender. I wanted someone with integrity in the office and I was impressed with Obama.
There were some on Twitter last night who were comparing Gillard's win yesterday with Obama's. I thought no. Obama was elected by the people after two years of heavy campaigning. As an outsider who knows very little about overseas politics, I only see the bold print, but here is the part I can't get over. Gillard swore up and down for weeks that she would support Rudd, that she wouldn't challenge him, and then at the last minute she undercut him and won. She rode to victory on a lie.
I realize that I am missing huge chunks of information here. I realize this may just be how the game is played. I realize that I have not had to endure years of the disappointment that was Kevin Rudd. And I realize that while everyone and their grandmother has an opinion on American politics, it's a treacherous slope if I, an American, start voicing an opinion on foreign politics, especially an obviously uneducated one. But personally, I'd rather celebrate a woman accomplishing something with integrity. Or honestly, anyone accomplishing anything big, regardless of what sits between their legs, as long as its done with integrity.
But maybe I’m looking at this all wrong. Take for instance, ProBlogger. He has a popular Australian blog. Perhaps the most popular. I’ve subscribed to his blog for a while now and am a fairly loyal reader (in that once a fortnight kind of way). But the other day he was banging on about how much he was making on his ads and the number of hits he has in a month and I got to thinking how nice that would be. To have that many hits. That’s a lot of bloody hits. So then I started thinking about my own qualifications. I have a blog. And, let’s see, (checks pants) the right equipment. Was not born in Australia, but no matter. Getting a divorce, bonus. No a Christian, I’m on a roll!
So yeah, I’m taking over ProBlogger. And Darren, I’m sure you’ll be a little sore at first. Seeing as how you did the hard work to build the site from scratch and all. But I’ve got a really eloquent acceptance speech already written, to follow up your tearful resignation. And in the flood of emotion and beautiful words everyone will come together and embrace us both and completely forget that I kind of screwed you over.
So clearly, I don't get it. From here it just looks like politics as usual. With or without a vagina.
Go on, abuse me. I know I have it coming.