I doubt I agreed with a single one of her policy positions–if I did, I never encountered it–but I admired her madly anyway. She was an early political role model to me, at a time when American girls were presented with precious few roles for women in politics besides “wife” whose job was to dispense adoring looks–or oddballs who, wonderful as though they were, struck one more like maiden aunts than mothers. Thatcher established (for me) that one could run a country and still give out her own adoring looks for her beloved husband, Denis, and that he seemed to return in equal adoration.