There is a lot of apathy going on in this country.
We all want the economy to be better.
Like. Right. Now.
But we don’t have the energy to do anything about it. I mean, complaining about the economy is draining enough. Can you imagine if we actually tried to vote or something? We’d probably faint from exerting ourselves too much.
I keep hearing all the news reports about how no one is going to head to the polls except for the Tea Party folks. And it sort of depresses me. Because voting is this amazing privilege and it’s so important for each one of us to get out there and be counted and people shouldn’t just sit on their couch watching “The Desperate Housewives of Nebraska” (It’s coming, I’m sure) and not vote…
And that’s when I realize, I’m not registered. We forgot to register in our new town.
So I step off my mental high horse and call the local board of elections in Westchester to inquire about registering. Too late. The deadline passed. But couldn’t they make a tiny exception for me since I had twins and I’ve been awfully busy and tired. And to prove it, I explain that just this week I returned a library book to the library that actually belonged to me. And if that isn’t convincing enough, today I accidentally bought the tester lotion at the store so I paid full price for a lotion that is already used and half full.
Despite this unbelievably convincing argument, I am turned down. Too late to register.
So now my options are…
1. To somehow get myself to my old neighborhood in the West Village to vote on election day. (Not happening due to giving birth to an abundance of children.)
2. Vote by absentee ballet. (I’d have to lie as to why I can’t vote in person. You know… I can’t vote because I’m traveling abroad. And when I say, “abroad,” I mean, over the Triboro Bridge.)
3. Appear before a local judge on election day and plead my case. What would I say? Despite the fact that I completely forgot to register and get all my news these days from 3 minutes of 1010 Wins, Page Six in the “New York Post,” the Approval Matrix in “New York Magazine” and four minutes of “The Daily Show,” I’m really very educated and deserve the chance to vote. Oh, and by the way, who is exactly running?
Yeah, I don’t think so.