People find Betty’s and my romance odd for the way it’s gendered, but tonight, as I sit here watching election results with my husband, laughing over references to Bob LaFollette (that was Keith Olbermann, of course) and getting aggravated at how grating Tweety’s voice gets (that would be Chris Matthews), it strikes me that the political part of Betty’s and my romance is a lot weirder, maybe, than our genders.
Maybe.
I was supposed to be at the meeting of the MHB group at the Center tonight, but Betty had to work late and we have never *not* voted together. So instead I waited for her to get home and we took a short walk to our polling place together. We don’t always vote the same – I tend to vote Green or WFP or occasionally even Socialist (it took a lot to resist a Socialist named Willie Cotton this year, I mean he sounds like a character in The Grapes of Wrath), and Betty occasionally votes Libertarian – but we share a deep belief in democracy having muscle, but moreso in the crazy notion that people should choose how their lives are run.
So apologies to the people who went to the group expecting me, but Election Day is a little like Valentine’s Day for us. I mean, we did see Point of Order on our first date, & all.