Seeking more sanity in a world that politically has gone crazy, we cats spent the afternoon at Montreal's Museum of Contemporary Art in the company of Leonard Cohen. What a tonic.
Then we got back to our computers and realized that some sore-loser, insecure-male Republican in the Virginia House of Delegates is refusing to refer to newly elected Danica Roem as "the gentlewoman from Prince William." Because Danica is transgender, this jackass says, rather than afford her the usual respect, the rules of address in the House need to be changed. We shudder to think which bathroom they'll make her use.
Our next thought? That Danica is too busy and too focused to let this idiocy do anything but roll off her back. The hangups of Richmond Republicans pale in importance to solving the traffic problems on Route 28. And it didn't take long to find out that we were right:
"What matters the most is that I’m [in the House]," Danica said. "What matters the most to the people of the 13th District is that the woman they elected to serve them will be working on their behalf. I will be the delegate from Prince William, and I will conduct myself as the gentlewoman from Prince William while I’m in Richmond and in any other official capacity in which I serve."
(Get that, guys? "Any other official capacity," LOL. Brace yourselves.)
Danica is a groundbreaker, like so many other people we admire: people who are still with us and just starting to make their marks on the world — and people who are gone but who'll never really leave us. Not as long as we can crack open a book of poetry or put on a CD. We cats PURR.
(PHOTO: Leonard Cohen by Claude Gassian, Trouville, 1988)
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