Vanity, thy name is woman

Actually, the correct Shakespearean quip is "frailty, thy name is woman."

Frailty, however, was no longer a useful descriptor of woman what with the advent of hormone replacement therapy coupled with the biphosphonates. Sally Fields became the patron saint of maintaining height, frailty banished from our vernacular.

So, anyhow, here's my question.

When you first looked at the image of this young woman what came to mind?

Did you see it as a strong political statement about the state of the union?

Or, did you, as I did, wonder if she'd be really upset about how her outstretched arms looked?"

Frankly, all things being equal, I think her arms look pretty good.

Maybe thirty years ago, I was an attendee at a Bette Midler concert. She glanced at her own outstretched arms, and wondered aloud "when did they take on a life of their own" and then proceeded to continue to strut her stuff without missing a beat. 

We all laughed. Now we just nod in agreement.

So if you see me at a future protest be sure to wave to me. I'll recognize you since you, like me, will be wearing a long sleeved shirt.