Ugh. I’m so tired of everyone’s weird political opinions. If I see one more Facebook acquaintance “like” Mitt Romney, I’m going to barf. Really, people? How? I just don’t get it.
It’s how I feel every 4 years.
I voted for the first time in 1992. It was my first semester at a small, conservative, Mormon college in Idaho now, stupidly known as BYU-Idaho. I was surrounded by Republicans for the first time in my life. As a Florida girl, I’d been around Republicans obviously, but I mean SURROUNDED. Like the girl in Suspiria is surrounded by witches.
On election day my roommates wore black and predicted Bill Clinton would usher in the apocalypse. I wore my cheeriest flannel shirt and probably some really plummy lipstick as I stomped my way to the polling place and happily (as happily as any 18 year old does anything) cast my vote for Bill Clinton.
Next week I will cast my 6th vote for President of the United States and I hope you will too. Even if we’re all fatigued and beaten down. Even if we disagree. Even if you feel disenchanted.
Don’t let the witches get you and by that I mean, don’t let Mitt Romney take away the Affordable Care Act or your reproductive freedom.