Yesterday I watched Teresa Heinz Kerry. I'm sorry, but it's hard not to hear that as Heinz Ketchup- especially since the name is displayed on screen with the Heinz bit- the famous logo- dead centre.
And isn't there something slightly creepy about still dragging your dead husband's name around with you after remarriage?
A woman defined by the men in her life- the ones she's slept with, the ones she's given birth to- those wholesome, handsome sons.
And if she says anything off her own bat she's "opinionated". I liked her defence of herself on that charge, carrying the attack to the enemy. But isn't the whole enterprise, the parading of oneself as mother and sexual partner, just a little demeaning?
Look at me; See what a healthy womb I've got!