We Dem Boyz
If anything, working closely with the finest of California’s politicians has taught me this: laziness and political power are intrinsically bound. I am not convinced that legislation is as powerful or influential as the Power Suit Gang (PSG for short) makes it out to be, but I am convinced of this: under the guise of political fervor, laziness is masked by the facade of business. No, I am not a fan of Jerry Brown after working in close proximity with him for the past two months (mainly because the golden bear outside his office door is basically Armageddon for germaphobes, and how does he not have time to disinfect Golden Bear, really) and no, I did not channel my inner Nancy Pelosi and don a red power suit and nude pumps; I donned thrifted Dress Barn/ J. Crew and nude pumps – a young Nancy Pelosi with a passion for fashion. The relationship between political power and laziness is this: as a California legislator, you hide beneath the cloak of a $90,000 annual salary (+ political bribes, etc.). You vote “aye” on all bills, regardless of whether or not you have been briefed on the bill, and if you vote “nay,” prepare to passionately address a disinterested, murmuring legislature. So, in the spirit of California’s finest lawmakers, I will present my political takeaway/apolitical manifesto in the form of a BuzzFeed article, where laziness and creative coercion meet poetic prose and periodic profanity.
1. Everyone looks like Nancy Pelosi, but no one is ACTUALLY Nancy Pelosi. This is both shocking and disappointing, and I am still deciding whether or not I am okay with it.
2. Power suits are a real thing. If you do not wear a power suit, you are nobody. If you do wear a power suit, you are still nobody but you look like somebody.
3. You can’t walk into Jerry Brown’s office and demand to speak to him just because you have a press pass administered by his office. He is far too busy proposing a water bond that includes digging twin tunnels under the delta. But he’s an environmentalist at heart, obvi.
4. There will be one bangin’ hot Adam Levine lookalike legislator in the Assembly, and you WILL reposition yourself on the legislative floor in order to keep an eye on him.
5. You enter committee hearing rooms with a flourish because, feminism.
6. You understand that your political viability is based primarily on the status of your legs, and you use this as fodder for your feminist anti-shaving campaign (it’s patriarchal, and no one ever uses the right amount of shave gel; the can either gives you a mustard seed or Niagara Falls and you have absolutely NO CONTROL over it).
7. Being hit on by male politicians is par for the course, because the exchange rate for sexual favors is at an all-time high. But you are seriously NOT down.
8. All summer, the news board will say, “Sally – women and politics,” for you are the designated feminist journalist and it’s really quite fab.
9. Your editors let you do whatever you want, because they are afraid of being labeled as sexists if they reject your story ideas.
10. You will be told, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like a portrait” while waiting to conduct your first interview, and you will take that the right way, because how freaking cute IS that.
11. You will be cat-called daily, and immediately begin to mentally man-hate afresh (as if you were not already doing that).
12. Often, it is hard to remember that you are a reporter and not a protestor. If it weren’t for my nude pumps, I would have been occupying Capitol lawn with the hippies. They were flawlessly broke and impassioned, and I forgot that I was supposed to be writing an intellectual story about them, when, really, political hippies are always the voice of reason.
13. Sergeants-at-arms will not take your crap. Even the hot ones. They will also not accept your credentials, and basically tell you that you’re not legit. But you are legit. YOU are LEGIT.
14. You will be biased, even when you are supposed to be fair and balanced.
15. You will pretend that you are writing for the Associated Press.
16. You are not writing for the Associated Press; you are writing for Capitol Weekly. No one knows what that is, so you have to constantly explain how provocative and cutting-edge it is.
17. Your first published story will be a feminist rant in disguise, and somewhere you know that Tina Fey is smiling in approval and telling you to stuff your face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits to celebrate.
18. You will be told that gender had nothing to do with Meg Whitman’s bid for Governor. This will inspire you to write your feminist mentor a sassy manifesto, asking if she knew that sometimes, gender has nothing to do with politics.
19. Sixty-year-old white men know EVERYTHING.
20. You will report your little face off and make no money, but the lyric, “Michelle Obama, purse so heavy gettin’ Oprah dollars” will truly resonate with you.
21. Writing in hipster coffee shops will expose you to both the world of hot baristas and the glory of vegan muffins.
22. Vegan muffins will become your life.
23. You will sell your soul for a single-origin cappuccino every day around 3:00 PM.
24. When you start to miss everyone and everything, you will write letters by candlelight, wholly convinced that you are, indeed, Jane Eyre/Elizabeth Bennet/Mary Crawley.
I arrived in Sacramento prepared to declare Political Science as a triple major upon my return to Santa Barbara in the fall. I left Sacramento prepared to remove that declaration. You see, for centuries women have been taught that there is no place for them in politics, and if there is it must be subservient to motherhood and femininity. The few women who have been politically influential have faced patriarchal America, daily aware that if they speak out too much on the behalf of women, they will be denounced as not concerned for the greater good of humanity. I have been told to let go of feminism and become a humanist; I have news for you, patriarchal America. I am a feminist, a humanist, and a freaking bad beezy political journalist, because there was not one day where I felt devoid of gender performance, devoid of womanhood. Gender should not determine public policy, but it does. It affects every aspect of public policy, from those who shape it to those who are shaped by it. An increased female presence in elected office will not fix all of our problems; however, it would cause absolutely no harm. Until a woman’s worth is separated from her status as mother and innate seductress, women will be held back from participating in politics by the high heels that the world of patriarchal politics has forced upon their feet. So, to round out my BuzzFeed style rant, I leave you with this: ask yourself every day where the diversity is as you pass by white male senator after white male senator. Ask yourself why voices are being silenced in halls that celebrate liberty and justice. Until more of the women who are raising the children of the men who are passing laws are involved in politics, America will continue to feel uncomfortable with the idea of a leader having the capacity to produce babies.
I have packed up my thrifted professional wardrobe and moved West. You can find me where the tomatoes grow and the moon is praised. Feminist rants are free and we really ❤ root beer floats.
Goodbye, Edmund G. Brown + non-disinfected Golden Bear of California.