So, random story time (and so sorry y’all because I’ve been so chatty today but that’s what happens when I have a lazy, solo “no plans” day – I’m online a lot more):
I’ve been happily out-of-touch with most things US political while on holiday, although a few things have crossed my dash when I’ve been scrolling and I’ve noted a little bit on the news as I flip through channels. But honestly the presidential race has not been at the forefront of my mind except for a brief conversation from someone who lives in SF and vows to move to Canada if the cheeto-in-a-wig wins.
Anyway, a couple of nights ago, I had a very vivid dream of being at a political rally for Hilary, but it was a friendly, casual affair. Think large church pot-luck. Bouncy castles for the kids and big marquee tents selling delicious, homemade food and just a happy, relaxed atmosphere in general.
But as I was waiting in line to get my meal (and where I was thrilled that Hilary’s camp was handing out recipe cards for the food made and served by grandmothers of various ethnic backgrounds – y’know that one dish that makes you think of home? – as a way to support and encourage the elder woman’s importance in the household), the douchebro behind me was whining that this huge plate of lasagna (including salad and garlic bread and dessert!)was going to cost $7 which was just way too expensive.
And I was like, “Are you kidding me? That’s a bargain! Especially for what you get plus the extra ingredient of TLC from the Nana who made it!”
But the douchebro was all “Well Trump was selling hotdogs for 50 cents at his rally and I’m going to vote for him because it was cheaper.”
And I was just like… “Really????? You’re going to vote for someone who probably bought the cheapest hotdog possible, made with who knows what, just because it cost less than a heaping plate of delicious, authentic, carefully and lovingly prepared meal?”
The douchebro was just like, “Yeah, it just makes economic sense.” Implying that I’m the idiot for getting excited about the food I was about to enjoy and spend way too much money on.
I was speechless for a moment, then tried to point out the hypocrisy of him standing in line at a Hilary rally to get food that he’s already decided won’t be worth it, but then he says that even though it’s more than what he paid at Trump’s rally, he knows it will taste good and be a nice, filling meal.
And I was just like… ??????
Thankfully I woke up around then because I was sure this was going to escalate into an argument that would raise my blood pressure, even while sleeping. But I thought it was interesting how my unconscious brain has parsed the election and what the various supporters are like and what they believe in.
The Obsessive Dilettante 