Shortly after college I dated a girl who was a hardcore Republican. We couldn't have had less in common politically, but we had a blast together... for a while, anyway.
One of her favored hobbies was cornering or immobilizing me and then tickling me relentlessly until I said something nice about, say, Rush Limbaugh. (The people she would force me to say nice things about would vary with the news headlines of the day.) It was maddening and it killed me to do it but needless to say she prevailed every single time, invariably cackling at her own triumph.
Sometimes I miss her a little.
A magazine ran a pictorial of hot young delegates to the Republican National Convention. I think they may actually be models, not genuine delegates, but nevertheless... I have to admit that even though it would mean my certain destruction I'd be tempted to revisit my ex-girlfriend's sinister and devilishly unfair brand of political debate with a thoughtful young conservative like this one.
One of her favored hobbies was cornering or immobilizing me and then tickling me relentlessly until I said something nice about, say, Rush Limbaugh. (The people she would force me to say nice things about would vary with the news headlines of the day.) It was maddening and it killed me to do it but needless to say she prevailed every single time, invariably cackling at her own triumph.
Sometimes I miss her a little.
A magazine ran a pictorial of hot young delegates to the Republican National Convention. I think they may actually be models, not genuine delegates, but nevertheless... I have to admit that even though it would mean my certain destruction I'd be tempted to revisit my ex-girlfriend's sinister and devilishly unfair brand of political debate with a thoughtful young conservative like this one.
