Lesson learned: Keep politics OUT of the bedroom
I have already shared with you how I grew up learning to avoid speaking about politics and religion in public. But no one ever told me to keep politics out of the bedroom, and because I'm a bit of an idiot and I totally thought my partner and I had identical political views, I had no idea how to handle our recently found political divisions.
I was in Mexico recently and devoured every newspaper I could get my hands on, reading mostly about the electoral race. Of course I got enraged more than once -- as it is my style -- I hated seeing the whole city covered with posters of the candidates. Their stupid faces followed me everywhere, so I couldn't stop thinking about the amount of money spent on their idiotic campaigns. It's such a sad and stupid thing, considering that on every traffic light in Mexico city, there's at least one homeless person begging for money.
I confess that I get very passionate about politics, so when I landed in NY on Sunday and told my husband how much I hated the whole spectacle--especially the idiot candidate (from the PRI) Enrique Peña Nieto--he asked me, "Why? Give me a really good reason you're so upset."
I got so mad that I said, "I could give you 100 good reasons but I haven't seen my kids for three days so I'll just give you one."
"He is an asshole." I know, so articulate, right?
In Mexico we have three parties running for the presidential seat. Two of them are clearly led by incompetent candidates that will govern from the extreme-right (PRI and PAN). The third is center-left (PRD) has a good brain and the actual capacity to govern--though you would think this is an obligatory requirement in all candidates--but he's a bit crazy and passionate.
I say, "Let's go for crazy, let's lean to the left and do it for el pueblo!"
My husband says, "Let's go for stupid, let's lean to the right and do it for us."
I STILL can't believe he disagrees with my clearly superior opinion on the direction the Mexican government should be taking since this is a country where poverty and crime are a major concern for "us" too.
I recently heard something that has stuck with me: "Throughout history there have only been two political parties: the evil one and the stupid one." That is exactly the case in Mexico. We have two evil parties and we have a stupid one, who has done stupid things in the past, because Andrés Manuel López Obrador is passionate for our country and for its people--or at least, that's what I truly believe. And no matter how "stupid" I prefer it than "evil."
And now it turns out that I'm in a relationship with someone from the evil party. So what the f@#$ do I do now? It's like being married to a Republican or someone who will vote for Romney or worst yet, someone who likes Sarah Palin. God help me!
So the question becomes, does this issue really matter? Because most probably the evil candidate with good hair will become the president of Mexico, and will the world come to an end?
No. But I will be depressed and the idea of sitting quietly and not sharing my passionate views about the Mexican election with others (especially with the man I share a bed with) drives me insane.
I married someone with "similar" but not identical political views so I will continue my personal campaign to bring my husband back to the right place (ahem, the right party) and perhaps I will give him the other 99 reasons why Peña Nieto it's a terrible idea with too much gel on his hair. Maybe I'll do it tonight, with a tequila in hand. Ok, maybe two.
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