Bitches Get Stuff Done!

Thank dog for the end of the writers strike. Thank dog for a new episode of Saturday Night Live. Thank dog for Tina Fey, who declares in this brilliant bit from "Weekend Update" that Hillary Clinton is a bitch -- and so is she (Fey) and so is "Update" co-anchor Amy Poehler and so are all the Catholic nuns who teach in Catholic schools. "And at the end of the school year you hated those bitches," she deadpans, "but you knew the capital of Vermont." Watch it, Clintonistas. You'll feel better. It's really great to see some pop cultural recognition of the historic importance of Clinton's candidacy, not to mention a proud embrace of Bitch Power. (The title to this post is a line from Fey's bit.)



Equally hilarious is the opening skit, a send-up of a Clinton-Obama debate in which the reporters fall all over themselves declaring their love for Obama and asking such probing questions as, "Are you mad at me?" Best moment is Kristen Wilg as CNN's Campbell Brown threatening to escort Senator Clinton from the building if she interrupts Obama Girl again. Moose and Goose woke up laughing this morning reciting lines from these skits, which does not happen every day in Roxie's World, I assure you. Laughter is great political medicine, kids, so click on this and have yourself a good dose of something with no creepy side effects:



Rachel Sklar has a good summary of Saturday Night Live's return to liveness and to politics over at Huff Po.

Oh, and here is a link to a New Republic article by Elizabeth Cline on Clinton's struggle to win the support of younger women voters that was mentioned in Comments the other day. (Thanks, Rebecca!) The article suggests that young women tend not to experience institutionalized gender discrimination until after they graduate from college and enter the work force and so feel less compelled to identify with or support a woman candidate. That's cool, grrls. Just give us a call in ten years when the slacker guys who showed up to class with hangovers are earning 20% more than you are and getting all the promotions you thought you deserved. We'll be interested to hear if your thinking has shifted by then.

Okay, beautiful people -- It's Oscar time! We have to go see which incredibly bloody meditation on burnt-out manhood is going to get the gold statue. Love you, sweeties. Mean it.