Last week we pondered the legacy of Susan B. Anthony, 199 years after her birth and nearly 100 years since women won the right to vote.

She remains the perennial “it girl” of American history.

A heroine on both sides of the political divide, her name is often hijacked to endorse modern political crusades.

She would be pro life. She would be pro choice. She would have been Hillary’s biggest fan. No, she would happily wear a pink MAGA hat.

The poor woman can’t even find eternal rest.

Every Election Day, her grave is deluged with “I voted” stickers by women savoring their suffrage, something she never lived to see.

Sadly Anthony died in 1906, over a decade before the 19th Amendment was ratified.

“To think, I have had more than 60 years of hard struggle for a little liberty, and then to die without it seems so cruel,” she said toward the end of her life.

But, we’ve come a long way, Susan.

If we were to conjure her ghost , I suggest she would be a rather happy lady.

Not only are women voting, they are usually the deciders of elections.

Candidates cater to their concerns, and think tanks and pollsters are dedicated to following their “issues.”

There is record low female unemployment, and record female enrollment in higher education.

There’s a woman Speaker of the House and more ladies in congress than ever before.

Already, there are more women crowding the 2020 field, and no one is even batting an eyelash as female candidacy has become so ubiquitous.

So, why then, do so many, invoking Susan’s name and cause, indulge in the culture of complaint?

During the President’s State of the Union address, a bevy of spoiled little mean girls wore white suits, they said in honor of suffragettes, to protest the administration’s alleged war on women.

These are women whose biggest “complaint” is probably that their Starbucks wasn’t hot enough that morning, whereas the gals of Susan’s time were jailed, spit on, and ostracized from the polite society of which they were a part.

As we push toward the suffrage anniversary in 2020, I think we need to find a better color, something of optimism and cheer. Maybe yellow, or green, or pink.

Can you think of a better time to be an American woman? There is much to celebrate.

All of Susan’s dreams have come to fruition.

White suits are so 1906.