The other day, we were watching Wheel of Fortune. (She even loves cool game shows!)
When it was over, we were talking on the couch. Somehow the subject turned to politics.
She asked if I was a republican or democrat. I thought the question was almost funny. We’re two young girls living in Los Angeles.
I said I was pretty liberal. I almost didn’t even ask the question to her, ’cause you know, seriously?
But I did anyway, probably thinking we could bond over mutual love for Hillary Clinton. That’s when she said she was republican!
She suggested politics be a subject we don’t really discuss in our home. I couldn’t agree with her more. No need to fight with my roommate about something we’re both pretty strong in. (Sure, we could have reasoned debate. Perhaps we will if she’s still living here going into 2016 elections. But, you know, no need to be harp on something that doesn’t need to be harped on.)
Anyway, I just wanted to share my shock with you, and say that this is just yet another lesson to me to be more open and less-judgemental.
Usually when I hear the word “republican,” it conjures a lot of really not flattering images. I could easily have tension with someone from the get-go, assuming we can’t like each other if I hear “republican” first. To me, with how really crazy so many prominent republicans have been acting, republican almost acts as a bad word in my mind.
Sure, I want to believe in all this unity, across the aisle stuff. But ideas and practice can be hard. And when I hear the word “republican,” my muscles tense, my hair kind of stands on end a little – like I’m going to have to fight somebody.
But then I heard she was a republican. And it was a fabulous reminder that underneath it all, we’re all just people. She’s a great person who I like a lot! So, there you have it. The democrat and the the republican roommates.
Let the new sitcom begin. (Stick it in D.C., make them freshman senators.)