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Is This Weird?

February 21st, 2008

I admit it. I am one of those people often derided as a “liberal elitist”. I love the New York Times. I spend a LOT of time on Huffington Post. I would perform gay marriages in arenas all over America if I could. I think Bill Maher is a genius. I think George Bush has quite literally ruined the world for at least a generation to come. I think that people should keep their relationship with their God very private and never let it escape into the shaping of public policy. I dream of a day when intellectualism and reason will find its way into American discourse. I believe in global warming. I believe in science. I think the disappearing middle class is a scary realization of capitalism eating itself. I think that the increasing privatization of government services is immoral. I think you get the picture….

The other night my friend Conroy was over the house to watch American Idol. We opened a bottle of wine (liberal elitists drink lots of wine) and got to talking about the election, an American pastime that he and I feel equally passionate about. The discussion became heated and animated even as we agreed with each other on every single detail. Until I let the cat out of the bag.

me: “Well, on Bill O’Reilly this morning….”
him: “………..”

I have kind of a weird secret. I listen to right wing radio. Like, all the time. I don’t even know why I do it, but I seriously can’t help it. The other day I drove to Beverly Hills listening to Radio Factor with Bill O’Reilly. On the drive back to the Val I listened to Sean Hannity. When I went to pick up Henry from school I listened to Larry Elder. I only engage in this behavior in the car where I can concentrate on every word without distraction and say to myself over and over “Did he really just say that? He could NOT have just said that..”

oh sean, could you ever love a girl like me?