My ex is a liberal democrat. Since she's my Ex I don't have to just sit and listen to the whaked stuff that falls outta her brain anymore.. I get to reply.
End result is we have far more interesting (from my perspective) conversations now than ever before. She's smart, a vice president of a theiving insurance company. I've taken to calling her 'the smartest woman in the world.. if yah wuz black, you'd be condi rice!'
Last time I was over there, we had this very discussion about how men are being denegrated in TV ad, sitcoms and print.. you'd think a guy was dummer than a blonde... (she's a blonde, always sets her off..)
Anyway, the smartest woman in the world has to have the controller for the tv set in her possesion at all times..., she's a flicker. The converstion is kinda worming in and out, around the 4 show's she's watching simultaneously. Then, she get's up to mix us a coupla margarita's, I take the batteries outta the controller and re-install 'em backwards.
Guy's, yah shoulda seen how the 'smartest woman in the world' dealt with the situation... I think she bruised a finger. 'stab.. stab.. "dammit, now whats wrong with this thing?". She gets up, gets closer to the TV.. 'stab, stab'.. "dammit!" (shakes controller) 'stab stab'. Now she bangs it on the table.. 'stab stab'.. next she gets RIGHT IN FRONT of the TV.. 'stab stab', "oh, for christs sakes..."
I say, "hey, since yer already up there, why not just change the channel on the TV..."
She whirls, throws the controller at me (i catch it, expected that) and shrieks.. "well, if your so smart, why doesn't it work?"
I smile, open the back, reconnect the battery correctly, hand it back to her...
I was wearing that margarita 10 seconds later.. the green badge of courage. I whistled merrily all the way down to my car and had a FANTASTIC ride home.