I was born an old black woman. Really. I think that in a previous life (if there is such a thing) that I was an African-American woman with some kind of a deep, rich past. That being said, I am so totally conflicted with the appointment of Condoleezza Rice's appointment to (oh god, do I really have to say it....) President Bush's (ouch) cabinet as the Secretary of State.
The old, black woman in me says: "You go'n girl! Whewee, lordy. A black woman with that much power? I have seen the promised land!"
The somewhat informed, liberal, peace loving, Bush bashing, mom-of-a-soon-to-be-18-year-old boy says: "Are f*%k*&g kidding me?"
I would like to get Condi in a room and ask her, "Why? Why Condi? What drove you to such madness? Do you need help finding an outlet for your power? Can I help you find a new job (I'm in HR), PLEEEEEEEEEEASE?"
I feel like Sybil. There are two women in me fighting over this appointment. The white woman is winning.