Assemblyman Sam Hoyt of Buffalo is in a peck of trouble over infidelities committed with an Albany female, which has resulted in all kinds of tawdry e-mail-posting nastiness which I won’t bore you with (except to raise an eyebrow at how easily some Albany females can be bought with the promise of a parking spot), and an Assembly ethics investigation, which I will briefly bore you with in the form of a link. On TAP and elsewhere, the demeaning culture for women in Albany is debated again, as it was during Spitzer’s painful exit.
If I were Queen of all New York women, I would issue an immediate recall of any and all women from Albany — legislators, interns, activists (oh what the heck: all of them, including the barmaids). Not a person with a double X chromosome would be found in that town. I would direct all of my subjects to assemble forthwith at Seneca Falls, where we would have a massive closed-door meeting and straight talk session: Are too many women in Albany selling out their sisters for parking spaces? How much is the experience of women in Albany affecting the dignity and aspirations of all New York women? Is there a better way to power and influence? Are New York women getting the support they need in this endeavor?
Big questions. But if you can’t ask them in Seneca Falls, New York, birthplace of the American women’s political movement, where the hell can you ask them? If New York women can’t talk about such questions as they relate to democracy, who on earth in this country can?