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The Right Answer to the Question
Feb. 7th, 2008 09:24 amPartisanship is such an odd thing.
For example: I spent Superbowl Sunday obsessing over the Chicago Bears. I really, really wanted them to win. They were the underdogs, right?
Well, no.
And this is why you never want to invite me to a Superbowl party. I spent the afternoon scarfing down my hostess' very fine spinach dip, screeching, "Go Bears!" as adrenalin clutched my heart with its increasingly icy and lamely figurative fingers. At first the other partygoers thought I was making some kind of joke. But as time went by, they began to grow annoyed. Most of the guys had money riding on the New England Patriots. It had seemed like such a sure thing.
Finally my hostess beckoned me into the guest bathroom. "Patty, you do know that the Pats are playing the New York Giants, right?"
"I do?" I said. "I mean, right! Of course, I do. I'm just making zee little amuse bouche. Men and football! Why can't they just lighten up!"
The point is I didn't even know who the fuck was playing and still, I was throbbing with the need for the team I'd picked to win!
As in football, so in politics.
I don't actually like Hillary Clinton, but I voted for her, not Obama. It was a vote of expedience. What cinched it was that Clinton seems to have actual plans for the future. I don't agree with most of them, but they're there, they're written down, they're a start. They can be changed. Whereas all Obama seems to have is rhetoric. Other people find Obama's rhetoric compelling; I do not. It seems to be endless variations on the phrase, "Hope for the future." Comparisons with JFK don't help his case any with me either – in my never entirely humble opinion, JFK was a lame POTUS whose only real legacy was the failed Bay of Pigs invasion.
So anyway, Hillary. Lesser of two – well, not evils exactly. Imperfect candidates.
Except the mere act of connecting that arrow on the absentee ballot – and I can't believe they're bringing a lawsuit about this is Oakland; if people can't figure out how to connect an arrow, they are too fucking dumb to vote – seems to have catalyzed something in me. Suddenly I am wildly pro-Hillary. I wept when I read yesterday she'd run out of campaign financing. I wanted to send her money!
Very weird…
In other news I am enjoying the new job (which I can't write publicly about) very much and the Little Store is seeing a slight uptick. I take the dogs to the beach at sunset. The ocean, of course, is always beautiful but when the light is changing, it answers the question that's always in the back of my mind: why am I alive?
To see this, of course.
For example: I spent Superbowl Sunday obsessing over the Chicago Bears. I really, really wanted them to win. They were the underdogs, right?
Well, no.
And this is why you never want to invite me to a Superbowl party. I spent the afternoon scarfing down my hostess' very fine spinach dip, screeching, "Go Bears!" as adrenalin clutched my heart with its increasingly icy and lamely figurative fingers. At first the other partygoers thought I was making some kind of joke. But as time went by, they began to grow annoyed. Most of the guys had money riding on the New England Patriots. It had seemed like such a sure thing.
Finally my hostess beckoned me into the guest bathroom. "Patty, you do know that the Pats are playing the New York Giants, right?"
"I do?" I said. "I mean, right! Of course, I do. I'm just making zee little amuse bouche. Men and football! Why can't they just lighten up!"
The point is I didn't even know who the fuck was playing and still, I was throbbing with the need for the team I'd picked to win!
As in football, so in politics.
I don't actually like Hillary Clinton, but I voted for her, not Obama. It was a vote of expedience. What cinched it was that Clinton seems to have actual plans for the future. I don't agree with most of them, but they're there, they're written down, they're a start. They can be changed. Whereas all Obama seems to have is rhetoric. Other people find Obama's rhetoric compelling; I do not. It seems to be endless variations on the phrase, "Hope for the future." Comparisons with JFK don't help his case any with me either – in my never entirely humble opinion, JFK was a lame POTUS whose only real legacy was the failed Bay of Pigs invasion.
So anyway, Hillary. Lesser of two – well, not evils exactly. Imperfect candidates.
Except the mere act of connecting that arrow on the absentee ballot – and I can't believe they're bringing a lawsuit about this is Oakland; if people can't figure out how to connect an arrow, they are too fucking dumb to vote – seems to have catalyzed something in me. Suddenly I am wildly pro-Hillary. I wept when I read yesterday she'd run out of campaign financing. I wanted to send her money!
Very weird…
In other news I am enjoying the new job (which I can't write publicly about) very much and the Little Store is seeing a slight uptick. I take the dogs to the beach at sunset. The ocean, of course, is always beautiful but when the light is changing, it answers the question that's always in the back of my mind: why am I alive?
To see this, of course.
