No doubt, you have noticed there is a movement afoot to “Stop Hillary.” Hillary Clinton, that is . . . she Must Be Stopped.

Why, you ask?

Is she starting pointless wars? Is she destroying the environment? Is she alienating us from the rest of the world’s population? Is she dismantling the Constitution, rapidly transforming the world’s first democracy into a fascist state? Is she creating a disenfranchised class of citizen in her own country? Is she bankrupting the federal government, deteriorating the economy, eliminating the forty-hour work week, or deregulating industries in ways that will concentrate billions of dollars into the hands of her political cronies? Is she in favor of policing people’s bedrooms and arresting anyone whose personal activities she disapproves of? Does she lie to, cheat, and steal from the American people on a daily basis? Is she Evil Incarnate?

No no no, that’s George W. Bush.

Hillary Clinton had the nerve to write a memoir.

I am not a huge fan of Hillary Clinton. She is a lovely person, and she has been through a lot; she and her husband, however, have a history of selling out their ideals to do what is politically expedient. Politicians do this every day, it’s true. It’s the very definition of politics. But my annoying habit of holding people to their word becomes twice as resolute when it comes to people I desperately want to believe.

Nonetheless, in a tiny strike against the very real Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy that is out to destroy Hillary Clinton (as well as every shred of decency this country once stood for), I purchased her book today, and I will read it with an open mind.

And really . . . if anyone Must Be Stopped, it’s the middle-aged woman who walks up and down my street wearing baby-doll dresses, with heavily-rouged cheeks and her hair in pigtails.

Politics is one thing. Fashion is quite another.