Not Women's Work, not Men's Work, just... Work

Last night I sat and watched President Obama's press conference — feeling such a moment of awe and pride during that measured second when he settled himself at the podium before he began:  we did that, America, we did, for a moment we transcended who we usually are and became something so much larger — and then I sat down at the computer and emailed my senators, Isakson and Chambliss, asking them in no uncertain terms to vote for the economic stimulus plan.  

Will it do any good?  

If by "good" we're asking if those two will vote for the plan,  probably not.

Does that mean I shouldn't have bothered?  

Asking that does as little good as wondering about trees that fall in forests and who hears them, and whether they might make a sound as they come crashing to the ground.