Sarah Smarsh is a thirty nine year old author, and over the weekend, Miss Marsh let it be known in The New York Times that she's mad. She's mad at
Senator Warren bowed out of the Democrat race. Ms Marsh asks us to consider every moment since the dawn of woman, when a female aspired but to no avail, Like when women asked to attend school but were denied when they raised their hands but weren't called on, when they applied for jobs but we're not hired, when they enlisted in the military but weren't deployed, when women created things but did not get credit, and when a woman ran for
office but wasn't elected. Miss Marsh asks us to imagine the sadness and the frustration of each instance as a spark, and all of those sparks of sadness and frustration, she says, have the combined energy equal to many, many sons. That's how intense her emotions were as she watched folk a hunta pack up the old tp and leave the reservation. She's burning with fury and grief and she's not alone.
This was worse than watching Hillary Clinton Lewis. She's worried that her grandma will not live to see the first woman president. She's worried that she won't either. Ms marsh Wait until you see the first woman elected president is a Republican. Then what are you gonna do? H