Maybe I Should Have Settled

He did it!

I am so remarkably relieved.  I can't talk about being single today.  Nope.  President-elect Obama is my news today.  I couldn't watch last night.  When I heard he had Pennsylvania, I felt good, but between being ready to throw up out of fear that I might have to move to Switzerland (if McCain won), the need to get homework done for my Thursday class, and get good sleep for a huge voice session today -- I went to bed.  I turned the TV on this morning, just as soon as I woke up (out of my natural order, I might add) and was so happy.  I walked around my house all morning, just smiling.  I somehow feel safer, and warm and fuzzy inside to boot.  I read Dooce's blog today, about how Obama makes her want to be a better person.  Yeah.  That's it.  That nails it.  That's how I feel.  He does give me hope, and I'm so excited that his little girls will get to bring a new puppy to the White House (I know, strange thing to be happy about, but they deserve it...running for President is not for wimps -- the candidates or their families).
Go Obama.  Yes, we can!

I'm not a prude, never have been -- but I find this one sentence too much for even me

I didn't think this blog would be too much about current events... that stuff carries its own drama, my stuff is more sitcom.  BUT... I listened to the press conference held by New York Governor Eliot Spitzer as he resigned, and nearly pulled the steering wheel out of the column.

    I am deeply sorry that I did not live up to what was expected of me.

            -Eliot Spitzer, March 12, 2008

Is he kidding?  Does anyone else feel like this sounds like "our" collective expectations were too hard.  I'm sorry... why do zealots always seem to be the ones who break the rules they  so vigorously support?  You know, I get marital infidelity.  I do.  I do not judge.  There was a time when I wished that my own (now) ex-husband would have an affair so I wouldn't have to be the bad guy and say I wanted out of what felt like such an empty marriage.  I wanted a "good" reason for not wanting to be there.  I get wanting to feel something because you feel trapped in a relationship that is not working, but this one line in his "apology" seemed so shallow, so much like "passing the proverbial buck." 

I'm sad for Silda, his wife.  I'm sad that people beat her up in the press... asking why she stood by him. It's her business.  She loved the man.  Perhaps hating him in a matter of a few days was not her style.  Hate may come later, but it's her timeline to live, not mine.  I'm sad for his children.  Being a teenager is hard enough... then you have to have a zealot of a father brought down to his own base humanity.  I'm sad for "Kristen," the young woman he paid.  In my mind, she didn't get paid nearly enough to live through this story.

"How the mighty have fallen," is so apt here.  So apt.