After an unfortunate incident in June, my good friend sent me a card reminding me of all of the reasons I love living in Washington. The list was remarkably long, and including things like:
-- A diverse, politically minded, young and international population
-- Access to a thriving art/music/theater scene
-- My string of incredibly good roommate luck
-- Fantastic ethnic restaurants
-- Hearing the sexual escapades of my neighbors through the walls
However, even good things have their limitations. Two months away from the presidential election, I find myself completely saturated by daily updates on the horse race. Living in DC does not help. Am I the only one who finds it telling that at quizzo this evening, four separate teams (including ours) had some variant on the team name "Lipstick on a Pig"?
Despite this fact -- and believe it or not, I had no hand in the naming above -- Sarah Palin has completely exhausted me. I admired her convention speech for its charming insidiousness -- she's an excellent public speaker, and a completely frightening vice presidential candidate -- but really, I don't want to hear her name for another two months. She truly has become the "celebrity" that John McCain wants the entire country to think of Obama . She refuses public interviews, and won't respond to critiques of her record, yet somehow manages to captivate million of folks too captivated by gender and personality to look at the actual issues.
I've taken to putting my hand over front-page Post stories detailing campaign strategy, and find myself spending more and more time with the Style section. It's a hard thing to do, since I'm so emotionally engaged, but it is unhealthy to leave so much of my daily moods to this kind of journalism. Fall may be my favorite season, but much of me wishes November 5th would come sooner rather than later.
-- A diverse, politically minded, young and international population
-- Access to a thriving art/music/theater scene
-- My string of incredibly good roommate luck
-- Fantastic ethnic restaurants
-- Hearing the sexual escapades of my neighbors through the walls
However, even good things have their limitations. Two months away from the presidential election, I find myself completely saturated by daily updates on the horse race. Living in DC does not help. Am I the only one who finds it telling that at quizzo this evening, four separate teams (including ours) had some variant on the team name "Lipstick on a Pig"?
Despite this fact -- and believe it or not, I had no hand in the naming above -- Sarah Palin has completely exhausted me. I admired her convention speech for its charming insidiousness -- she's an excellent public speaker, and a completely frightening vice presidential candidate -- but really, I don't want to hear her name for another two months. She truly has become the "celebrity" that John McCain wants the entire country to think of Obama . She refuses public interviews, and won't respond to critiques of her record, yet somehow manages to captivate million of folks too captivated by gender and personality to look at the actual issues.
I've taken to putting my hand over front-page Post stories detailing campaign strategy, and find myself spending more and more time with the Style section. It's a hard thing to do, since I'm so emotionally engaged, but it is unhealthy to leave so much of my daily moods to this kind of journalism. Fall may be my favorite season, but much of me wishes November 5th would come sooner rather than later.