My comment relates to Christina Bellantoni’s article “Running for President in Heels.” Since the 2008 election, articles about female politicians have exhibited a blatant disregard for Shirley Chisholm which is beyond my comprehension. Ms. Chisholm ran for the Presidency in 1972 run. While she did not receive the nomination, Ms. Chisholm received 152 first-ballot votes. She was also the first Black woman elected to Congress in 1968, where she served the State of New York until 1983. Perhaps the author is too young to remember the 70s, but good research should have revealed Shirley’s Chisholm’s contributions to our nation and to the story of women in politics. The article also omitted Margaret Chase Smith, the first woman elected to both the House and Senate, and her bid for the Republican nomination in 1964. The post-feminist world is not the only era in which women have been able to step forward – in heels, skirts, pantsuits, or combat gear – and make a mark on the national political scene.
I am now going to dig out my “Shirley Chisholm for President” button from 1972 and wear it proudly!
--D. Pope,Wilmington, NC
As I am sitting under the hair dryer on a Friday morning, I came across your article after, ironically, deciding to take a moments reprieve for myself before the weekend craziness commences at 230 school dismissal today...I had the idea to sneak off from my company duties to at the very least fix my hair so that my outward appearance this weekend will not look as disheveled as my inner consciousness will be this weekend as I take my four year old to two hours of karate tomorrow morning and then speed three counties away to get my fourteen year old to his basketball games only to return to a house that desperately needs cleaning (after my attempt at playing June Cleaver last week for Thanksgiving for over twenty relatives and a never ending list of growing invitees) and two end of semester projects and finals preparation for my graduate classes. I laughed hysterically when I read your letter because I often feel as though I am doing the impossible, trying to juggle my success while at the same time investing in the success of my children...time is fleeting as I jump from one goal to the next, and it seems crazy, but is it just me or wasn't new years just yesterday..lol..but what I learned is exactly what you mentioned in your December letter, we may try to be professional jugglers, but even they drop the ball every now and then..I've come to accept that I can only juggle so much and when too much is thrown at me, it’s best to pass off your balls to someone else and accept that the baby sitter might not read a bedtime story as good as you, but it’s better than none at all..that sometimes having a drink after class is much more pleasurable than sleeping my max six hours..because it reenergizes my soul to break away from the tortuous regimens I've developed to cope with the insanity I call my life as a single mom..lastly, I learned to tell my personal trainer (part of my last year's new year’s resolution to get back down to my weight when I was 18) that I refuse to sacrifice sleeping in on a Saturday morning to ensure I get my sixth day workout in for the week...I told him, no! I refuse! I love myself too much to love myself so much that I kill myself to do and be it all! Needless to say, he now thinks I'm certifiably insane..lol..thank you for sharing your story..these are the inadequacies I cry about alone in bed at night and never share with my mom because let's just face it, when she did it, it was the eighties and things just were not the same!
I hope you remember me from our Today show appearance in July 2010. I'm the jewelry designer whose son wanted to take SI Swimsuit to his middle school class because my bracelets were on the models.
I really enjoyed your story about your son and the snow day. I loved the mention of Murray Avenue School, which has played a huge part in our family lore. My husband grew up in Larchmont and went to Murray Ave. Bill was a little boy who literally ran to school every day. He talks about it now and says he thought "Well, why walk?” I should also mention his parents called him "Blitz" when he was growing up.