Palintology
There are a few themes on which Americans broadly agree, one of which is our general loathing for quitters. While Americans as a rule hate to fail, in social terms it is often treated with a measure of nuance, as a step on the ladder of upward mobility, while the Europeans and Japanese seem to see it more as just desserts for an excessive level of personal ambition. It helps to fail well--c.f. Kerry compared to Gore--but losing, once anyway, does not automatically relegate a player to the afterlife of a coach or commentator.
Because of that, quitting is an especially ignoble thing. It is like being told that the enemy will only aim for your legs, and still cowering in your foxhole when the charge is sounded. One can give the good fight all he's got, and still lose to a stronger foe, but to quit is an entirely personal choice. To compare Palin to Nixon in 1960, Reagan in 1976, or Gore in 2000 is to elide this crucial difference. The more appropriate comparisons at this point are Perot in 1992, or Romney in 2006, or even McCain's suspension-of-campaigning stunt last September.
There is a mitigating factor though, and a curious one it is. If 2008 was the first election to take place in the age of Perez Hilton, Sarah Palin was the first national politician to be treated like LiLo, or perhaps more appropriately, Carrie Prejean. In the 80s, one had to subscribe to the sort of newsletters that advertised in the back of Soldier of Fortune in order to read the sort of wild-eyed rumor and accusations which were daily staples of a plethora of A-list blogs this past cycle. While one might object that this knife cut both ways, let's just call a spade a fucking shovel and call that out for the bullshit that it is.
Sarah Palin endured what surely ranks as some of the most vicious personal slander seen in a presidential election since the days of Jackson and Adams calling each others' wives bastards and bigamists. This unceasing background chatter formed an inner monologue which more than once leaked its way onto mainstream news budgets, where it was presented without the degree of condemnation and refutation accorded to similar emanations from the fever swamps of the Right.
It is not difficult to imagine Palin, after a year of having her family dragged through the mud, doing what many of her soi-disant feminist critics have suggested she do all along--quit playing this man's game and focus on taking care of her children. It is likewise not terribly difficult to imagine a male politician caring sufficiently more about gratification of his own ego to look past its effects on his wife and kids. Palin has proved that many of the feminist critiques of how our society treats ambitious, "uppity" women remain valid, so long as the woman in question can be painted as sufficiently low-status relative to her enlightened critics.
What remains is that Palin almost instantly won the hearts of a segment of the population whose travails and concerns are of diminishing interest to the elites of either party. Where Kerry and Obama and even Bush play-acted and dressed up as hunters, construction workers, or other "salt of the earth" ordinary folk, Sarah didn't need to send an aide to procure a blaze-orange jacket or hardhat.
If the nation has progressed so far that it can no longer accept as a leader a woman who recently worked a fishing boat for pocket money and whose husband spends summers in the oil fields, then perhaps we have lost something essential in the process. At a time when many of our most vaunted professions lie in various degrees of ruin and disrepute, it is hard to imagine Sarah Palin losing that which made her such a novel element to begin with. Her rise, unlikely to begin with, may have a chapter more improbable still to be written.
Because of that, quitting is an especially ignoble thing. It is like being told that the enemy will only aim for your legs, and still cowering in your foxhole when the charge is sounded. One can give the good fight all he's got, and still lose to a stronger foe, but to quit is an entirely personal choice. To compare Palin to Nixon in 1960, Reagan in 1976, or Gore in 2000 is to elide this crucial difference. The more appropriate comparisons at this point are Perot in 1992, or Romney in 2006, or even McCain's suspension-of-campaigning stunt last September.
There is a mitigating factor though, and a curious one it is. If 2008 was the first election to take place in the age of Perez Hilton, Sarah Palin was the first national politician to be treated like LiLo, or perhaps more appropriately, Carrie Prejean. In the 80s, one had to subscribe to the sort of newsletters that advertised in the back of Soldier of Fortune in order to read the sort of wild-eyed rumor and accusations which were daily staples of a plethora of A-list blogs this past cycle. While one might object that this knife cut both ways, let's just call a spade a fucking shovel and call that out for the bullshit that it is.
Sarah Palin endured what surely ranks as some of the most vicious personal slander seen in a presidential election since the days of Jackson and Adams calling each others' wives bastards and bigamists. This unceasing background chatter formed an inner monologue which more than once leaked its way onto mainstream news budgets, where it was presented without the degree of condemnation and refutation accorded to similar emanations from the fever swamps of the Right.
It is not difficult to imagine Palin, after a year of having her family dragged through the mud, doing what many of her soi-disant feminist critics have suggested she do all along--quit playing this man's game and focus on taking care of her children. It is likewise not terribly difficult to imagine a male politician caring sufficiently more about gratification of his own ego to look past its effects on his wife and kids. Palin has proved that many of the feminist critiques of how our society treats ambitious, "uppity" women remain valid, so long as the woman in question can be painted as sufficiently low-status relative to her enlightened critics.
What remains is that Palin almost instantly won the hearts of a segment of the population whose travails and concerns are of diminishing interest to the elites of either party. Where Kerry and Obama and even Bush play-acted and dressed up as hunters, construction workers, or other "salt of the earth" ordinary folk, Sarah didn't need to send an aide to procure a blaze-orange jacket or hardhat.
If the nation has progressed so far that it can no longer accept as a leader a woman who recently worked a fishing boat for pocket money and whose husband spends summers in the oil fields, then perhaps we have lost something essential in the process. At a time when many of our most vaunted professions lie in various degrees of ruin and disrepute, it is hard to imagine Sarah Palin losing that which made her such a novel element to begin with. Her rise, unlikely to begin with, may have a chapter more improbable still to be written.
