Twit-whore

I had a friend up in D.C. from the Ye Olde Employment Establishment days whose work I went to see in the artsy community a few weekends. One weekend I met her family and I made some sort of comment about her husband’s anti-Democrat political views. (She and I are Blue Dog, baby.)

She warned me to never, ever, never ever NEVER marry someone with opposing political views because it’s a stress you may THINK you can live with but the truth is it really makes life worse.

They’re divorced now.

I tell you this story to admit that I found ol’ Whorothy’s Twitter account recently. How in all my exhaustive stalking did I miss this? Oh my God. Everything I imagined and so much less!

I was on my kick of, “Well maybe she’s not so bad.” So I was trying to find something attractive about her photos. Or maybe find something she wrote somewhere that perhaps I might have agreed with.

And all altruism flew out the window with my discovery of (more) vitriolic nonsensical political bullshit. Fine, you don’t like my party or my president. But to be so rabid about it while using your real (and business) name?

I’m trying out “pity” as a reaction instead of disgust. Perhaps I should tell her No. 1 fan about my friend who warned me against the opposing-views thing. Or, just blog it and forget it. Yeah, let’s go with that.

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