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Tales from the Pantsuit Nation: A Tribute to My Mother
I have a story to share about my pantsuit journey. My mom, the epitome of grace and talent, was a true force of nature. She became Valedictorian at just 16, but when it came time for college, her brother snagged the family funds. So, she opted for secretarial school instead. Eventually, she made a name for herself as a professional actress but chose to return to Delaware to embrace motherhood. Once my sister and I were in school full-time, she re-entered the workforce as an executive secretary for the Delaware State Arts Council during its inaugural year, right in downtown Wilmington.
On a chilly February afternoon, my dad swung by to whisk her away for lunch. As she rose from her desk, her pantsuit caught the light—no skirt in sight. Without a second thought, he turned on his heel and left her there. Public appearances with a woman in slacks? Absolutely not.
That moment is etched in my memory, even after all these years. No one can make me feel ashamed of pantsuits.
Fast forward to today, two of my sons and my oldest daughter have already cast their votes for Hillary. My husband and I are set to join them this Tuesday. Finally!
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In summary, my mom’s experience with pantsuits is a poignant reminder of the struggles women have faced regarding fashion and identity. It’s a tale that resonates with the ongoing journey toward empowerment.