I’ve never been proud of my home state—I escaped it as soon as I turned eighteen and never looked back. I dislike it so much that I try hard to never even mention it on the blog, always just saying I’m from the Southwest because even writing the word “Arizona” causes me some pain. Much of Arizona is beautiful, yes, but much is total crap. Especially and including my relatives who are still there.
But! Grand Canyon State, you just might do me proud tonight. A state with balls enough to vote against its hometown boy for President—you just might make me a little less ashamed to tell people where I’m from.
(Update: as usual, Az, you let me down. And your homophobia sickens me. Back to hating on my home state!)
Meanwhile, safely ensconced in my solidly blue state, I had a great election day. My sweetheart came home from tour for exactly 24 hours to vote and rock the SUNY New Paltz (our local state school) vote for Brittany Turner, and we spent the whole day handing out pencils, fliers and exuberance to already exuberant college kids who were excited to vote in this giant election.
How cute were Brittany’s signs?
Her campaign was, without a doubt, the sparkliest, pinkest campaign New Paltz had ever seen, and I’m so happy to have been a part of it.
Jacob was a trooper for sharpening pencils by hand, too:
Did she win? I’ll let you know tomorrow!
Meanwhile, America, I’m kinda in love with you tonight.