the fantasy that America is simply “not ready” for a woman president makes me want to put my head through a wall. Not ready. Please. We need women in power more than almost any country on earth precisely because we are so deformed by male power. I think about Iceland, about countries that have managed, at minimum, to imagine female leadership without treating it like a science fiction plot, and then I look at us, with our pornographic devotion to swaggering male mediocrity, and it is impossible not to feel embarrassed