Hillary Clinton fell and fractured her elbow today. Not a painless accident. She had to miss her public appearance with Angelina Jolie, who just so happens to be staying in a house with her family and stay-at-home dad Brad Pitt close to my home in Oyster Bay. There are "sightings" that people upload onto the local newspaper web blog. I missed them by five minutes at the local grocery store one Sunday, but the cashier showed me her cell phone photo of the family.
Sonia Sotomayor, President Obama's nominee, for the Souter vacancy on the Supreme Court, also tripped last week, breaking her ankle.
One of those bombastic assholes who makes a lot of money angering people on their radio and television shows--either Rush or Bill or Sean--claimed that Sotomayor fell to get sympathy, and her ankle probably wasn't even broken.
So what's happening to our women? I had dinner last night with a friend who was one of the first women I met when I started college. We've known each other for way over forty years. She was the most athletic of us all--a cheerleader, women's softball, an avid golfer now. She has disc problems that are causing radiating pain down her arms and legs. She's the one I figured would stay in the best shape of any of us. But alas.
Do women have to lose our grace as we age? I don't think so, although several years ago, I tripped in the NYC subway and broke my ankle. Is it that we are rushing too much? Is it that we can't believe that we can't do everything? Is it that we don't know how to slow down, because if we do, we are terrified that we might turn into our mother's?
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