In one of my prouder moments, yesterday I silenced a Hildabot.
Check out line, grocery store, the woman in front of me I know but haven’t seen in a long time.
She, talking to cashier as she paid her tab, says Hillary is amaaaaaazing and she can’t wait to vote the first woman into the White House. I realize I know her, think I best not engage her, turn around as if I’m still unloading groceries from my cart but alas….
She sees me, says Hi, long time no see, and she directs the conversation about Hillary squarely at me, continuing to heap praise on Clinton. Gulp.
She then says to me, Can you imagine anyone stupid enough to vote for crazy lame Trump?
I said, Me.
She was shocked and visibly dismayed. Are you kidding? Are you kidding?, she kept repeating. She lit into me about Trump’s sexist, misogynist ways, how no woman should ever vote for Trump…
Then for whatever reason, she got a little guilty and asked if she had hurt my feelings. I said no….
Then I leaned over and said in my best Seinfeld low-talker fashion so she’d have to pay attention…
And oh, by the way, I would never judge YOU for voting for Hillary as you’ve chosen to judge me for voting for Trump.
She left. I felt happy.
As for live blogging tonight’s debate, what I’ll probably do is start a thread and let you all comment when and as often as you want, but my mom wants to be on the phone with me during the debate and I can’t eat popcorn, yell at Lester Holt, talk to my mom AND respond to your comments at the same time. I’ll chime in when I can. Deal?