Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Ewwwwwwwwwww!

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). 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

She had me going until the end: "He's the best candidate".

I'm not quite that gullible.

Juice said...

Republican? Moderate is more likely if AlahBama is the best candidate.
Am I too simple, or did she prove her eliteness with the "black ink pasta and Chianti" drop?

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