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I Married a Republican: There, I Said It

A true story about superior beings.

“ IT was happening again. I was at a cocktail party where the hosts were people I had just met, people I wanted to become friends with, and was sipping chardonnay and nibbling papadum chips when a woman said, “Oh, the people next door! They’re ...,” she paused and lowered her voice, “ ... Republican.” Everyone grimaced. The conversation quickly turned to complaints about the current administration. Before long it wasn’t just the administration being bashed but Republicans in general. I stood there nodding, my dirty secret lodged in my throat like a golf ball. The woman I wanted to befriend looked at me conspiratorially and shook her head. “Can you imagine?” she said. “Right next door!” “No,” I lied. Not only could I imagine a Republican in my neighborhood, I could imagine one in my bed. Every night. I’m a Democrat married to a Republican. [Continue ....] ” If you've lived or worked in Manhattan you know this is no exaggeration.  The most entertaining, and maddening look at these people from the inside is still How I Accidentally Joined the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy (and found inner peace).