Working Mothers I Admire, Book 1

Here's the theory:
The polarity of the current campaign has split everything in twain. As Harrogate reminded us earlier today, there are multiple "third parties," and their voters, who can still be satisfied by compassionate inclusion of their concerns into public debate. We have a bad habit of roughly halving all we're offered.

It isn't "us vs them."
There are more options than choosing between my proscribed path and the highway.
It never was Blur vs Oasis as the future of Britpop after all.
You don't have to be a T-guy or an A-guy; I know someone who likes feet in pies, for the love of Pete.
It's not paper or plastic. It could be both! For, like, I guess, big milk! Or several pre-wino-ed 40s. Or spend money to buy a reusable cloth bag not even big enough for milk! (God, who does that? Really?)

One bizarre side-effect--one that even seems to have infected this blog at times-- is the amazing pretense that two women ever have managed to:
A) own one (1) vagina
B) squeeze an infant out of said vagina.
C) be successful/important/notable

I would like to even hold up for consideration that the two women held up as paragons of A+B+C aren't even anywhere near ideal examples.

So,

Here's the proposal:

Let's do this call and response style and really use the commentary area. Who do you think of when you imagine both a successful mother AND a mother of import? Let's really tally here.

Suggested guidelines:
1-Ignore Palin and Clinton for now.
2-You (or your wives) are givens. No nepotism.
3- Same thing with your moms. You should have said it on her birthday; not here.
4- Eve, Mary, etc. Yeah, I get it. Move on.

I'll lead:
Benazir Bhutto