A political campaign is like a courtship, a dance, if you will, where each candidate sets out to woo as many voters as they can with their charm, knowledge, and what they can bring to our fair country. As ladies, perhaps we notice this more than our brothers, fathers, and husbands do, but as they go to each campaign event, they are left feeling like they have fallen for a candidate or put off by one. But, as with most courtships, as we know, there is a fine balance between making yourself available to be seen by Society by attending key events that will help the finest gentleman catch your eye and ask you to dance, and attending every event in sight and looking rather desperate for any bit of companionship, and this is the side of that fine balance where Miss Sweetie Whitledge resides.

Her enthusiasm in throwing as many campaign events as she can in a single month and seeing what sticks can perhaps be attributed to her youth, at only one and twenty years of age, but for many it also makes one think that she knows she has no experience, no credentials, and she thinks she can get by on charming the ladies of Great Britain alone. Ladies, rather than gentleman, as many of her campaign events seem to specifically only cater to that demographic: days spent frolicking in the park with children, charity events for servants, and you’ve certainly seen far more women attending her rallies than men, speaking about women’s suffrage.

While her events are perfectly lovely, they are far better suited for a lady of the house than a Minister for Magic and while she may earn some fans of the younger sort, they aren’t the ones that will be voting. One can only assume she wishes to charm all of Great Britain, not just the men, and while that can be commendable, it seems that instead of focusing on what is important about being a leader, speaking on political issues, focusing her attention on a few key concepts for her platform, Miss Whitledge is more inclined to cast a wide net as if she is some desperate Debutante on her last Season before Spinsterdom.

And, one begins to wonder if her natural inclination for desperation is the reason why she has not yet found a husband of her own, despite the fact she clearly has the ability to run a household if she’s fond of charity events and days at the park. Of course, we cannot blame her completely for how she turned out, being that she is from a rather eccentric family, orphaned, and most everyone knows she has a history of a troubled relationship with her eldest brother and guardian. But, if a gentleman with good breeding cannot seem to commit to being with a woman like Miss Whitledge because of the way she handles herself, how can we expect our country to?