An Open Letter to Elizabeth Hasselbeck
Dear Elizabeth –
First of all, I am not entertaining the idea that you are, or will be, reading this letter in actuality. The writing of it is more for myself, I think – though the feelings are heartfelt and I would love it if you could hear what I have to say to you.
I’m sure over the past week you’ve gotten your share of mail about your latest “interaction” with Rosie – some in support and some, no doubt, not. This letter falls into neither category but I’d like to think it has a unique quality that will touch you on some level.
You and I have some things in common – but politics isn’t one of them. I don’t imagine that you and I will be seeing things from the same perspective any time soon – at least I sincerely hope not. Because you see, Elizabeth, in order for you to even begin to agree with my opinion of this administration, something terrible will have to happen – something even more heinous and obvious than the things that have already happened. I shudder to think what that may be – because so many atrocities so far have failed to make an impression.
But I’m afraid there will be something; some indisputable, gigantic thing; a thing that you can’t ignore in spite of the spin put on it by the Bill O’Reilly’s of the world; a thing that takes away a freedom that you hold dear and aren’t willing to lose to the nebulous world of yellow, orange, and red alerts; a thing that will impact your children’s lives more than even your own. My hope for you is that whatever it is, it will come while there is still room to make a difference. My hope for you – and all of us – is that it doesn’t come with the awareness that it’s too late and you’ve missed it all along.
I also want to caution you – everyone likes to be the “golden girl”; to be flattered and tended to; to be invited to the ball and made to feel like a princess. But when that adoration appears from out of nowhere and comes at the cost of another’s well-being, it most likely is not harmless and benign. It is usually a piece of a contrived and manipulated puzzle – and the one who will fall the hardest is the innocent who bought the “p.r.” Please be aware that the people who clambered to trash Rosie and make you the hero can just as quickly, easily, and without conscience, turn on you.
It appears to those of us outside the situation that you chose politics and career over friendship. As the spotlight moves away and you become “the young blonde one on The View” again, I think you will find you have lost something valuable – someone who is willing to be honest and forthright and true to herself, regardless of the hit she takes.
So, Elizabeth, I wish you well in the world of dog weddings, e-mail etiquette, and women’s sexuality. Take good care of yourself – and maybe we’ll talk for real some day.