Gratitude for Nancy Pelosi this Thanksgiving
When it's my turn to say what I'm grateful for this Thanksgiving, I'm tempted to say that it's Nancy Pelosi, and here's why...Back in 1987, when Nancy Pelosi first came to Congress, my boss at the time, who was one of her new colleagues, had quite a crush on her.
In fact, I distinctly recall being at one of the famous receptions that were held for members of Congress each night — there could be three or four in one evening — when my boss spied Pelosi entering the room.“Ooh, there’s Nancy Pelosi,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll be right back.” And, as he did with all the pretty women who worked on the Hill, he dashed over to her and tried to woo her with his awkward charm.Was this sexist, superficial, and shallow?
Of course, it was. This was the 1980s, and Congress was full of middle-aged men, like the congressman I worked for, who didn’t look at women as leaders.
To these men with limitless libidos, women were afterthoughts, and I know this from experience. I remember all the crude talk among all the men who worked on the Hill.If #metoo was around during that time, Pelosi and a scattering of other women would be the only members left in Congress.
