On Aug. 26, I gave a workshop from 6 to 8 p.m. and came home to watch Hillary speak at the Democratic Convention. But the power had been off for half an hour and wasn’t restored until sometime early the next morning, while I was sleeping. Instead of the Internet or TV, I listened to her speech (after many boring men said basically the same thing) on a wind-up radio, by oil lamp, while playing solitaire.
If that isn’t a metaphor for where women are, I don’t know what is.
— Byron Ballard