There’s little question that the Republican primary is providing a great deal of entertainment to American society. Whether it’s Michele Bachmann sticking her foot in it yet again, Rick Perry’s utterly deplorable “Strong” ad, or Herman Cain’s shenanigans leading to an early departure, watching these clowns is better than scripted reality television.
There are times, though, when it stops being funny and crosses the realm into distasteful (did I mention Rick Perry’s “Strong” ad?), shocking, and jaw-dropping.
Because I wouldn’t vote for any of the Republican candidates, though, it’s very easy to remove myself from the whole situation. In fact, I can pretty much write it off as entertainment via the television set.
And having that degree of separation, of knowing that I’m not going to get all shocked and appalled over the myriad “open-mouth-insert-foot moments”, has really allowed me to notice the little things that might well otherwise fly under my feminist radar.
Such as Mitt Romney taking Newt Gingrich to task for being buddy-buddy with Nancy Pelosi in the past.
In case you haven’t heard, Gingrich …