Archive for June 7, 2007
Tonight Mitt Romney attended a Young Professionals for Mitt event at the Sewall-Belmont House by the Capitol which was well-attended by Hill staffers and other eager Republican minds. Even some Democrats were in attendance as one lady I met was there to figure out why her husband was so enamored of Romney. (The answer lies in fiscal discipline!) Mitt gave a stirring address at the podium about the surge in momentum the campaign is getting with McCain and Giuliani dropping out of the Iowa straw polls and discussed how Asia is the new frontier for our nation. There are billions of Asian consumers whom we can supply all sorts of goods and services. This theme of dealing with China is new for the Romney campaign and one that he championed in Tuesday’s debate on CNN. This is the first campaign slogan out of the Republican field with weight. Going to the moon and defeating communism were at points in history nothing but lofty visions of new frontiers, but Mitt is onto something looking ahead.
His best joke of the night, apart from the spirited jabs at McCain, was the following:
“So I was asking my wife Ann if she ever thought in her wildest dreams I would be running to be the President of the United States. She told me, ‘Mitt, you were never in my wildest dreams.’”
The wit shown here far outshone that of the guy in the band that hit on my DH’s coworker at the hors d’oeuvres table before they started rocking out. He came up to her as she was reaching for a carrot and said, “Mind if I reach for a date?” She gave him a look that spoke volumes. He whipped out, “Gotta dream, ” or some other such lame self-defense mechanism and quickly jaunted away with the lead singer who appeared to have double-dog dared his band mate to lay down that fine pick-up line.
Mitt also discussed his alarm that Hillary Clinton is becoming the centrist of the Democratic presidential candidates:
The campaign reached their fundraising goal for the night but wanted to have more bodies, so we were given free tickets and asked to be bodies. Anything we can do to help. The crowd was huge by the time I left:
It only feels appropriate that I donate again to Mitt Romney For President based naturally upon his inspired leadership and no-nonsense approach and the sheer amount of San Pellegrino and bite-sized delicacies I consumed. For the hour that the crowd was building before Mitt took the stage, I think I was the only mingler saying yes to each of the trays brought my way. From his finance director down to the event management crew picking the chocolate in which the strawberries were dipped, the right choices are being made for this campaign.
I’ve come to realize that every generation has its trademark. Each one handles situations in entirely different ways and each criticizes the other for it. It’s like how my grandparents won’t throw food out. Even if a chunk of cheese is green and has visible fungus sprouting forth my grandmother will scrape it off and try to disguise it in a sandwich. While I may question this and even accuse her of passively aggressively trying to kill me, it’s something that I have respect and try to understand.
Topic that I feel that no one outside of my generation understands is the beauty of text messaging. Text messaging is a gift from the cell phone gods enabling us to get messages across to people in short, efficient ways without ever having to speak to the person. While some may argue that it is bringing about a generation of impersonal, digital freaks who are incapable of ever being able to make eye contact let alone talk, I see it as a beacon sheltering me from having to spend 1 hour on the phone when all I have to say can be said in 2 sentences. See the problem with actually calling someone is that people like to chat, and when you’re a gal on the go, you just don’t have the time. Sure there are some people I enjoy talking to but those people are limited to the number of fingers I have on my hand. Also, text messaging can be done anywhere. In a movie, during class, or anywhere else that is deemed inappropriate. It’s fabulous!
Text messaging has not only taken over the way my generation communicates but also the way we date. The last bloke I dated was against text messaging and saw it as a futile means of communication and insisted on speaking voice to voice over the phone, and to be perfectly honest, it made me ridiculously uncomfortable. I got used to the routine of talking every night, but when something spontaneous or funny would happen it was just a pain in my neck that I couldn’t text him. Instead I had to pick up the phone, dial, and wait for the fool to pick up. I stand by the statement that we didn’t make it because of his inability to text. I believe that we would have had a fighting chance had I not been forced to pick up the phone every time I needed to say something. It just wasn’t necessary. Now I’m not saying that phone conversation is a bad thing, but one must admit that it’s not the most productive thing in the world. When I’m in a texting conversation I am free to do whatever the heck I want. I can be eating, I can be doing homework, watching t.v., reading a book, or anything else that tickles my fancy. Talking on the phone limits you’re options.
I feel that it’s time texting is embraced by the general public in all forms. There’s all this etiquette tied up with it, and I’m just saying I think it’s time we relax, accept it, and worry about other things. I mean if someone wants to break up with someone via text message, why not? It sure isn’t the classiest way to handle things but if you’re dating a jackass, I wouldn’t blame you. I mean you didn’t see anyone get on Britney’s back about dumping Federline over a text, you saw it with a lot of her other actions, but the text message was a fair hit. It sends more than just a break up message, it sends a universal message. It says, “You weren’t worth actually calling or doing this to your face so here it is in font. So there.” I think it’s fantastic, a bit shameless but fantastic nonetheless. In the future I predict we’ll see wedding invites through text messages attached with a camera snap shot done with the slide show feature. Again, it’s not something I’d do, but I sure would support it. I would certainly question how they got away with doing it with out being murdered by their parents and the rest of society, but still it would be an action that would secretly please me, or at least humor me. So all I’m saying is that the next time the person you’re dating dumps you via text or someone invites you to an extremely important personal event in font, feel free to hold a grudge but do your best to laugh and embrace it. It’s a new generation, however weird, ridiculous or misunderstood it may seem. Try to go with it.