I, like, voted
In honor of election day or as I like to call it, let’s-piss-off-conservative-Christian-republicans-and-elect-a-gay feminist Wiccan-day, I’m flipping through my new election themed Sassy, the November ‘92 issue with none other than American hero Mayim Bialik on the cover. (You KNOW it’s my most prized possesh.)
This issue features a pretty amazing breakdown of party-lines by Mary Ann:
“If the Republican government were a grandpa, he would be the stern, somewhat distant kind who tells you to go fix your own bike. He might have a few spare coins in his pocket but thinks you’ll be a better person if you make your own cash. (What, are your legs broken? Go get a job!)”
Do you ever wonder if Rachel Maddow ever read Sassy? I do in these moments. And a lot of other moments. Mostly because she’s on my mind. A lot. (In my dreams where Sassy still exists she’s on every cover like Oprah. Just her, chilling out, reading, snarking on frat-boy politics. Maybe with an occasional friend like Chloe Sevigny or me or Janeane Garofalo.)
But the best, most keanu part of the entire issue is the final page listing “all the cool women running for congress,” with their voting record on abortion, death penalty, gay rights, health care and nuclear power.
I love Sassy because I got to keep this in mind today while casting my vote for my pro-choice liberal gurl Robin Carnahan, who just so happens to be running against a very sexist grandpa.