I’m a Woman and I’m Not Voting for Hillary Clinton

The 202 | Janel Campbell | February 10, 2016

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I am a woman, like Hillary, and I am a democrat like Hillary. I wake up every morning, put on my clothes, work my butt off to compete against my male colleagues, and every once in a while, I even struggle to paint my nails using my non-dominant hand (before a debate in which I’ll be filmed in all my glory, of course) probably  just like Hillary. But there are places internally where we differ. Society paints a picture of Hillary Clinton being the American woman’s ideal presidential candidate simply because she is a woman, as well as we. There is a certain frowning obligation for women to like Hillary, and, inevitably, and obligatorily, help to elect her in office. In fact, I am almost certain that I am not the only woman who has heard, “Wow, you’re the first women I’ve met who isn’t voting for Hillary Clinton” – really, the first? Me? Should we put it on record?

No, because it doesn’t matter.

I personally don’t care for Hillary simply because I feel as though her policies will not help me in ways that another candidate, (I’ll refrain from making this about my candidate of choice, as to not take the shine from H-Clin)

Kidding.

(cont.) will. As a woman, she will help me, I’m sure, in areas other presidents would not even consider venturing, such as the ridiculous battle over who will control the female reproductive system, and equal-motha-f%$*in-pay, and for that I support Hillary one hundred percent. But, there is an issue that Hillary does not seem to genuinely care about. Let’s just say you don’t live under a rock, and you’ve seen Beyonce’s newest accolade – her Formation video highlighting beautiful Black pride, and more importantly, addressing the fact that we have been unjustly dropping like flies all year, and nobody cares

Side note: The Formation video was hands down the best thing I have ever laid eyes on and it got me way too lit.

But seriously – I don’t need a hashtag to tell anyone that our lives matter, our Black lives, and we’re not here to wait around anymore. I want a president who is going to address the issues of my people, of all of our people – we are all Americans after all – and if I can’t have my precious Marack (yes, I just gave POTUS a Kardashian-esque couple name (#KYGA)), then I want a president who is going to treat our issues like our issues. Black-American issues are American issues, and I’m not here for another president who is going to brush that under the rug while she dabs on The Ellen Show. The woman was literally dancing for the Black vote. To me that’s just not important, and I don’t buy it. I want a president who is going to acknowledge my ridiculous student debt, and the fact that this country forces its students to pay what the average working class family barely makes in a year, and who understands that health is important and that it is a human right. A country where our citizens cannot afford education and health is not a strong country, unless strength is demonstrated and established through uneducated, sick people. I think that Americans who want Hillary Clinton to win, men and women alike, realistically want the things that her opponent is preaching as well, but they are holding on to this idea that he does not embody old fashioned American politics or what they believe “real politics” to be, and would be deemed stupid for following a socialist – I mean, really? A socialist? This is America, God dammit! We haven’t even elected a Black president yet! Oh wait. 

If we keep doing the same things, and holding onto the same traditional aspects of politics that do not serve everyone equally, our country will never make positive changes. Hillary Clinton would absolutely be my second choice for president, but personally I do not think she could do much for me. As a woman, yes, but I’m also Black, Hispanic, and a student.

Being a woman does not mean you have an obligation to vote for Hillary Clinton, and those who choose not to should not be looked down upon – especially as women haters. I am a woman first, and don’t get me wrong, the idea of a woman being elected into the United State’s Presidential Office makes my heart do mini whips (and nae-nae’s). The truth is, however, the American woman does not have one sole definition. American women come from many different backgrounds, are many different ages, religions, and are at different stages in our lives; some of us are mothers and wives, some are out in the working world, and some are still racking up debt while trying to cram twenty-one credits into our last semester of Hell. We have faced strife collectively as women, but still, society places our struggles upon our heads like intertwined crowns that apparently tie us together and make us one collective woman with one brain. But here’s the plot twist, our American citizenship provides us with the right to vote based on our own individual beliefs, not what society believes us to be.

#MissMeWitThatBullShit #FeelTheBern #IhadTo