I know that love is, like, beyond color and creed and whatnot, but I have to say I just DO NOT GET James Carville and Mary Matalin. The fact of their relationship is cool, in a theoretical way, but I just don’t get it.
If you hadn’t guessed (and maybe I’ve said so before), I’m pretty liberal. My coworkers keep telling me I’m really from Oregon, and I just keep it to myself that Oregon is actually a swing state because I know they’re just trying to tell me they wouldn’t be surprised if I drove a Subaru, wore natural deodorant and like, cared about the environment and crap.
(Also, my favorite new thing is to show up to our mud run trainings in as hippie-ish gear as I can find. This week I showed up in a Marin Headlands t-shirt I got at camp in 5th grade, and next week, CANNOT WAIT, I am totally showing up in a Pink Martini t-shirt that shouts in bold letters, WELCOME TO OREGON (PM’s homefront)! I am so awesome.)
James and Mary.
I get it IN THEORY that people can be basically good even though they live on the other side of the blue-red divide. I in fact know many awesome people who do, usually because they’re religious and/or wealthy (or plan to be) (they should read this) and/or Ayn Rand fans (j/k).
And assuredly, they make the same allowances for me, the nutty tree-hugger.
But I just don’t think I could really date someone who was on the other side, even if they were just fiscally conservative. There are so civil/human rights issues and sorely neglected (in my liberal mind) social programs out there that I think I would get too upset knowing that they were one of the people standing in the way of what (in my liberal mind) needs to be done. I just couldn’t do it. I think I would just always secretly think they were obtuse. Or mean (I choke up every time I watch this).
Which I know is HORRIBLE, and says a lot more about me and my intolerance than it does about any conservative.
Which is why I think that, despite all your awesome “Chick Lit that Doesn’t Suck Like Chick Lit” recommendations, I think my next book is going to be All’s Fair: Love, War and Running for President.
I’ve dealt with some pretty big dealbreakers in my day: prolonged unemployment, perpetual B.O., utter selfishness. If I could stomach those, surely I can deal with some voodoo economics?