politics are weird
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schmericaMy friends list reaction to the DNC is freaking me a little. I mean, not you people yourself, more -- apparently there are still kneejerk reactions I didn't even know I had, which disturbs me.
The thing is, you know, I grew up in a household that spoke about Democrats the same ways my flist speaks about Republicans. (Like, seriously. There are some posts I've read that I could copy and paste into early childhood memories of my dad. Which gets into completely seperate issues I have about personal-and-non-personal stuff and what it means to be a decent person, but that's a whole nother issue.)
Anyway, last election I was a sophomore in high school, so I was still living at home, and even though my politics were *already* way different than my family's (I identified as a feminist, for god's sakes! That alone could brand me a crazy radical, let alone some of the stuff I think now), there was still, I guess, that atmosphere.
I mean. I didn't know people *liked* Bill Clinton! (My parents both voted against him -- not necessarily for anybody else, but *against him*, the way so many people are going to do for W in the fall.)
None of this should be a surprise to me -- I've spent most of time, online and real life, among left-leaning people since I went off to college -- but it still just hits me anew sometimes and I have to go back and sort through my deprogramming.
I'm not sure if this entry entirely makes sense outside my head, but ah well.
The thing is, you know, I grew up in a household that spoke about Democrats the same ways my flist speaks about Republicans. (Like, seriously. There are some posts I've read that I could copy and paste into early childhood memories of my dad. Which gets into completely seperate issues I have about personal-and-non-personal stuff and what it means to be a decent person, but that's a whole nother issue.)
Anyway, last election I was a sophomore in high school, so I was still living at home, and even though my politics were *already* way different than my family's (I identified as a feminist, for god's sakes! That alone could brand me a crazy radical, let alone some of the stuff I think now), there was still, I guess, that atmosphere.
I mean. I didn't know people *liked* Bill Clinton! (My parents both voted against him -- not necessarily for anybody else, but *against him*, the way so many people are going to do for W in the fall.)
None of this should be a surprise to me -- I've spent most of time, online and real life, among left-leaning people since I went off to college -- but it still just hits me anew sometimes and I have to go back and sort through my deprogramming.
I'm not sure if this entry entirely makes sense outside my head, but ah well.
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28/7/04 13:37 (UTC)i've been in a sort of similar place lately, if that's where you are... just along the lines of, "i used to think everyone had a handle on the truth, and that we were all sort of right... and now it hits me that we're also all sort of wrong... and damn smug about the whole thing!"
... my parents are/were liberal, but very apolitical. politics was the dirty word in my home.