Romney said the phrase (“binders full of women”) while answering a question that first went to President Barack Obama about inequalities in the workplace and fair pay for women. Obama answered the question by focusing on the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act of 2009, which he signed into law.
Romney took a different route in answering the question. He talked about his time as Massachusetts governor and how he wanted to hire some women – and not all men – for his cabinet.
“And – and so we – we took a concerted effort to go out and find women who had backgrounds that could be qualified to become members of our cabinet. I went to a number of women’s groups and said, ‘Can you help us find folks,’ and they brought us whole binders full of women.”
Romney needed help finding women for posts. There were no women in at the top of the all-male Bain Capital. “Binders Full Of Women” was certainly an awkward phrase to say and it failed to even work as an answer to the question. Instead, it reminded people of a time when women wore girdles or women in China bound their feet as status symbol that allowed them to marry into money. For some, it sounded like a great idea for a Halloween costume.
And like Big Bird, it became an instant meme.
Romney then went a bit patriarchal, reminding me of the Dabney Coleman character in the 1980s movie, “9 to 5.”
“Now one of the reasons I was able to get so many good women to be part of that team was because of our recruiting effort. But number two, because I recognized that if you’re going to have women in the workforce that sometimes you need to be more flexible. My chief of staff, for instance, had two kids that were still in school.”
He continued, saying that his chief of staff couldn’t work late because she had to be home “making dinner” and “being with them when they get home from school.”
Romney said, “Let’s have a flexible schedule so you can have hours that work for you.”
Do fathers not have to get home and cook dinner? Do they not want to be there for their children when school is out? After all, there are such things as single dads who balance children and work. Mitt Romney has obviously been watching too many episodes of “Leave It To Beaver” on TV Land on the campaign trail. The days of Donna Reed are long over, Mr. Romney.
For anyone who has been asleep (or away from tumblr) since last night.
This whole bit speaks to my main problem with Mitt Romney: he seems absolutely incapable of empathy. Like most people, he can only relate to others through the lens of his own experience, but he makes no effort to recognize or consider people who don’t fit his narrow view of the world. If you don’t like it, you don’t exist. You are the 47%, and you don’t matter.
Besides the fact that his answer to this question was bullshit, this whole anecdote is also beside the point of the original query. Working women face a huge disparity in income compared to men. It’s an indisputable fact. And Mitt Romney—as evidenced by his choices in party, policy, and especially running mate—does not care.(via lyrabelacqua)
“M-Mitt!” Rick stuttered, “This is wrong… and we both have wives.” A soft blush spread across Rick’s face. Mitt’s hand gently caressed Rick’s cheek. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
“Rick, no one will know of our secret love.” Mitt and Rick shyly looked away from each other. Tears welled up in both of their eyes. Their hearts raced. Mitt wrapped his arms around Rick to pull him close. Rick’s arms were caught between their bodies in an attempt to tell Mitt that he wasn’t ready for his passionate embrace. Skillfully, Mitt directed Rick’s arms to his side. “Trust me.” Mitt said, bottom lip slightly quivering with the wild thoughts of what he was about to do next. His eyes searched the depths of Rick’s for an answer.
“For so many years I have repressed all these desires, attempted to erase that sin against God and here I am with you, doing what I promised God I would not. I am doing something that… I swore that I would never go back to.”
“Go back to?” Mitt asked, puzzled by Rick’s confession. He could tell that he was very hurt by his past. They both were in a way.
“W-when I was very young… my father caught me with the neighbor boy… we were just touching each other’s and- Well he unleashed his fury on me that day and I swore- I thought I… I could run from the feelings, the dark sin that lurked with in me. I thanked God every day and prayed he would help me through this…”
“Oh Rick!” Mitt hugged Rick tightly and Rick hugged back, relishing in the scent of the other male’s rich cologne. He pulled away from him a bit to look at him. “Rick, we all have fathers who prevent us from doing things we need to do.” Mitt gave a sideward smile before continuing. “But Rick? You know what? You are just the right height.”
With that, Mitt leaned in, Rick took a step back only to realize that his back was now against the wall of Mitt’s hotel suite. Mitt’s lips touched Rick’s softly at first but soon their tongues joined in a dance that seemed to engage their entire bodies. Everything just felt right.