At this past weekend’s Democrat candidates’ debate, Bernie Sanders testily shushed Hillary when she tried to interrupt him:
“If you are talking about the Wall Street bailout, where some of your friends destroyed this economy…” Sanders began.
“You know…” Clinton interjected.
“Excuse me, I’m talking,” Bernie stopped her.
“If you’re gonna talk, tell the whole story, Senator Sanders,” she shot back.
“Let me tell my story. You tell yours,” he retorted.
Policy-wise? Who cares.
Etiquette-wise? I could give the old duffer a big hug.
One of the biggest critters on my peeve farm lately is the sense of entitlement some people bring to interrupting others. Of course, interrupting ones’ subordinates has always been a way to pee on your tree to establish corporate pecking order – but I’ve noticed in recent years it’s been moving down the corporate food chain. People seem to feel more entitled to just interject whenever they feel like it. Sometimes it’s an honest mistake – thinking you see a hole in the conversation where there isn’t one (sheepishly raises hand). With others, it’s that they just don’t care that you’re talking, and they want the floor. Now.
Incredibly, and utterly predictably, Clinton’s partisans are calling Sanders “sexist” for his response.
Of course they are. What else could they say?
If there’s a person in this world who can not, not now, not ever, complain about being the victim of sexism on any level, ever, it’s Hillary Clinton. She is arguably the most powerful woman in America (possibly tied with Oprah); she’s part of the 1% of the 1%. If there is a woman in America who never needs to worry about being overpowered by the evil male, it’s Hillary.
It is, indeed, Hillary’s defenders who are being the sexists; Clinton walked over an unspoken societal rule (and a pet peeve of mine!), and got what she (and anyone) deserved.
Women – especially immensely powerful and wealthy ones – dealing with natural consequences of their adult actions. What a concept.