First of all, I really should belatedly thank all of you who sent email notes and left phone messages long ago when John Edwards dropped out of the democratic race for president. I’m sorry I ignored you – I was too busy forecasting what a total debacle the race between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama would become. I am nothing if not a prophet. Anyway.
I haven’t written much about the primary race here, partly because the post I wrote some time ago about Hillary Clinton and reasons you shouldn’t give to not vote for her received so many cruel, hateful comments from non-regular readers that I wanted to get in bed, pull the covers over my head and forget such people exist altogether. Sure, I could have just deleted the post and been done with it, but I don’t know…this blog is my own little corner of the world, and I don’t want to delete it. I believe what I wrote. And it’s probably good for me to remember there are people who see nothing wrong with calling women horrible names and don’t think they could run the country because , you know, they get their periods. My single, unresearched post on Hillary Clinton is the one post I delete at least one comment a week from, and I wrote it ages ago.
Since the Hillary post and John Edwards dropping out of the race I haven’t written much about the primary, nor have I spoken about it with many people besides my parents and S. That’s not because I’m not interested but more because I am extraordinarily confused. On the one hand, I think the longer this race goes on, the worse it will be for my party in the long run, but on the other I agree with Howard Dean when he says there is absolutely nothing wrong with a fifty-state primary and, in fact, it’s wonderful every state can be counted. Well, except for Michigan and Florida, but you know.
But for the most part, the reason I haven’t written much and the reason I listen to the news and read the paper with trepidation harkens back to my childhood, when the only television show D. and I were allowed to watch was “Sesame Street.” As my mom recalls, she would put me in front of the show and all would be well until Bert and Ernie came on. I would grow extraordinarily upset because I couldn’t stand to see anyone fight, especially people/characters who were supposed to love one another, and I would turn the television off, much to the relief of D. who would do the same if I didn’t beat him to the punch when Oscar the Grouch came on because there was, to my brother, nothing scarier than a mean something-or-other who lived in a garbage can. In retrospect, I wonder how we learned our numbers and rudimentary Spanish?
That’s what this race reminds me of, and since I almost just ended this sentence in a preposition, let me elaborate further. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama = Bert and Ernie. In every other time period but this race, they are bunk mates. They should get along. They should not be fighting with one another because as democratic candidates they are working towards a shared goal, which is to bring our country back from the absolutely devastating presidency of George Bush. The ugliness and cruelty they display towards one another, though, thus brings out the ugliness and cruelty that rests in the hearts of average Americans, and since I am the kind of person who likes to pretend racism and sexism no longer exist – tra la la – I’m finding this race very hard to take. Questions like “Is America ready for a black president?” or “Is America ready for a female president?” posed by television pundits are enough to send me crawling for the celebrity gossip sights because, while the coverage of our political candidates and our movie stars is remarkably similar, at least I don’t feel the fate of our country depends on George Clooney.
So, I’m going to try something new on here. I’ve noticed the quality of my posts has been decreasing lately. Some of this, I think, because of the move – it hasn’t yet been two months since I left Michigan, and so I cut myself some slack for that. Another reason is my novel is sucking most of my creative energy away – I find it incredibly difficult to both write my novel well and blog well, and so I cut myself some slack there, too. But mostly, I think the quality is slipping because lately I have Big Things on my mind…things like politics and why I left Michigan and marriage and working and the possibility I’m losing my feminism and since I can’t write about any of these subjects in one whole post I turn instead to my recipe for oatmeal blueberry muffins and think “hey, I’ll post about these, today.” One of my biggest hurdles is how absolutely linear my mind works…S. and I were talking of this just the other day when trying to understand how come we don’t get along so well on the phone. I think (and he agreed) it’s because I think in a straight line, and don’t like to move from one subject until I’m comfortable with the first, whereas he is continually reminded of one thing and then another. This focus has always been my proverbial blessing/curse…for instance, in college, I could study for hours without moving, so long as it was only one subject I had to study. But, to switch from Shakespeare to American History? No dice. Once my concentration shifts, it tends to be shot for the rest of the day.
I’ve decided, then, to write about the democratic primary until, well, I’m done writing about the democratic primary. I don’t know how many posts this will be…possibly only one more. Possibly fifty more. I honestly have no idea. But for the next week, at least. I also think I’m going to tackle other subjects in a similar manner and honestly, I feel so relieved now, sitting here early on a Monday morning, hot coffee by my side, finally feeling like I’m blogging again. Things I hope to address in the coming days include Defining Moments, media coverage, John McCain (whom I previously considered comparing to Oscar the Grouch…ie the harmless and sort of lovable character who wouldn’t be oh-so-terrible as president but then I read more and realized hold on, he is NOT okay -), Michelle Obama and, for the fun of it, throw in my take on the Kwame Kilpatrick disaster and what public versus private really means. And just so there isn’t any confusion, I’ll state for the record I am now supporting Barack Obama so it’s possible these posts will be tilted favorably towards him which I can do since I am not a journalist but one of those annoying bloggers busy ruining the hierarchy of criticism and unbiased reporting. Would I had so much power. Anyway.
Wow. I just looked up Kwame Kilpatrick to spell check his name and my Tigers are really sucking it up. It can’t possibly be true they are out of world series contention already, can it? I mean, baseball is barely a week old! They’ll pull together. My baseball season can’t be over already…
A-hem. So now we have a plan, readers. For the next few days – politics. Then I’ll break up all the seriousness with some book reviews, some recipes and some memes. Then a series on working. Then more reviews/memes/recipes. Then feminism. And etcetera until I feel the need to shake up my approach again.
And in the meantime, I leave Friday for San Diego for work for a week – any restaurant recommendations you can send my way would be greatly appreciated. I am within walking distance of the gaslamp district. I won’t have much time during the day to see the sights but if you can recommend a fabulous place to end each day, perhaps with a slight emphasis on seafood/sushi/Italian/Vietnamese…in other words, not places priding themselves on huge portions of meat and potatoes, that would be great!