As the former secretary of state gave her victory speech this evening in South Carolina -- her most moving and eloquent to date -- it became clearer to me than ever that I REALLY want Hillary Clinton to be our president. I want it because I think she is by far the most qualified candidate. But I also want it for my 74-year-old mother, who tells me as a woman she's spent her life feeling like a second-class citizen, from needing a husband in order to have her own credit card, to having a judge tell her she was being "hysterical" when she calmly asked that my father -- who had never properly provided for us and physically abused her -- not be allowed inside our home for his visits, because that's where his abuse took place. (She's the strongest woman I know.) And I want it for my niece, Ally, and all the other young girls, so they grow up never realizing that not having a woman president -- just like not having a black president -- was ever a possibility. No one is saying identity politics are the most important factor is the race. But in 2016 -- after 227 years of XY chromosomes in the Oval Office, an ovary or two at the con would go a long way toward shattering the glass ceiling. And a woman's touch might just be what Washington needs to get things working again, 'cause God knows in my experience it's always been the women who get shit done.