Tales of a Convention Junkie

Okay. I admit it. I'm a mature, thirty-something woman. I vote, when I remember to do so. I read the paper and I try to stay informed. Last week's DNC was the first convention I've watched since 1992.

And wow. I'm not a fangirl (or maybe I'm just in De Nial :-P) I wasn't originally an Obama supporter---I used to support the candidate now known (in my mind, at least) as Skunk Boy. Then he backed out...a good thing, as it turned out. And I considered supporting Hillary, before the whole "I was under fire in Bosnia thing" and her politics turned so egotistical, self-righteous, and...well, mean.

I did catch Obama's speech in 2004---as I recall, I was channel-surfing, and I just happened to catch it. Even then, I thought he was going places fast---I just didn't know how fast.

So I watched the entire convention with my husband and my baby (who clapped when everyone else did :) And for the first time in a long time, I felt hope---not the kind of hope you feel when the magician does a trick and you hope it's real, even though you know it can't possibly be. The kind of hope where you think that yes, we can be better than this, that we don't have to settle for leaders who think the Constitution is a kleenex, that we can aim for the best of our ideals and still be pragmatic about the hard work that needs to be done.

I have hope. And so I say it now...yes, I support Obama.