Now, everybody wears the pants in the family.
While the Democrats have been celebrating the nomination of Hillary Clinton, I've been thinking about all of the American women, from the 1600s through World War II, who got arrested for wearing trousers in public. You'd like to imagine them out there somewhere admiring those Clinton pantsuits, exchanging high-fives. Ditto all of the women who supported the deeply uncomfortable bloomer movement, in the name of a feminist future.
The idea of the first-woman-major-party-nominee is a political event, but it's also a historical marker. Once everyone leaves Philadelphia and goes home, we probably won't have much chance to talk about that angle. Really, there's going to be a lot of other stuff on the agenda. The Democrats hadn't even gotten to Clinton's acceptance speech before everyone was distracted by Donald Trump encouraging the Russians to spy on his opponent.
It's also becoming clear that the campaign is so fixated on those ever-elusive white males that many Democrats would prefer to forget Susan B. Anthony and talk about Babe Ruth. That's political life. But just give us a little more time to dwell.
I'd like to think that somewhere, all of the women who worked for this moment through American history are watching and nodding happily. Like the sisters Sarah and Angelina Grimke, who really don't get enough mention. They were the daughters of a wealthy pre-Civil War South Carolina slave owner who figured out on their own, when they were hardly more than babies, that the system was wrong. (When Sarah was about 4, she went to the docks and asked a sea captain to take her to a place where whipping was prohibited.)
They went north, became lecturers, and there was something about their earnest, sweet, humorless determination that allowed them to get away with the political equivalent of murder. They trotted around the country, speaking for abolition and women's rights to audiences that — shockingly — included men.
You had your occasional torch-bearing protesters, but for the most part, they triumphed by simply ignoring the possibility of bad outcomes. Angelina wound up marrying a dashing fellow abolitionist, Theodore Weld, to the amazement of Americans who had never conceived that an advocate of equal rights for women could ever find a husband.
Give the Grimkes a hand. And pick your own nominees to go with them.