My grandfather, who died 3 years ago at the ripe old age of 91, hated Hillary Clinton. He was a yellow dog democrat but the first time she ran for Senate in New York State, he abstained because he couldn't vote Republican, and he couldn't bring himself to vote for a woman whose persona he so desperately despised. Mind you, my grandfather was born in 1913 and unfortunately held some deeply sexist beliefs. He hated her because she was too ambitious — he found her shrill and obnoxious and he found her bid for power distasteful. My grandfather was generally quiet and mild mannered and rarely spoke ill of anyone, but his visceral, irrational dislike of Hillary was palpable. All of which is a long winded and self-indulgent way of saying that men are just as emotional and capricious when choosing candidates as women are. I don't rule out the possibility that the women of New Hampshire, as Maureen Dowd et. al., are saying, voted for Hillary last night because she cried. What I will say is that none of us were there in the voting booth with them, and all the excessive, frenzied speculation as to what her tears meant for womanity and for the country and possibly for the world, is mostly a lot of hot air.
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