A virtual hoard of the shiny things I find on the internet.

 

Politics is a nasty game. I knew that coming in. I thought I could take it. But the day that I bought my first radio ads, my opponent called the station and inquired as to the size of the advertising buy. Two hours later, these photos were released by a right-wing smear blog with close ties to my opponent. I don’t believe these pictures were posted with a desire to just embarrass me; they wanted me to feel like a whore. They wanted me to collapse in a ball of embarrassment and to hang my head in shame. After all, when you are a woman named Krystal Ball, 28 years old, running for Congress, well, you get the picture. Stripper. Porn star. I’ve heard them all. So, I sat in my husband’s arms and cried. I thought about my little girl. I couldn’t stand the idea that I had somehow damaged the cause of young women running for office. I couldn’t stand the idea that I might shame my family, my friends or my supporters in some way.

Krystal Ball: The Next Glass Ceiling

I have a whole host of adjectives in mind when photos of two fully-clothed, married (to each other) people, goofing off at a costume party with a sex toy can be used to embarrass a female candidate for office.

Misogynistic. Victorian. Prudish. Hypocritical. Irrelevant. 

I’m sure you can come up with more.