Netflix for the Trusting
It’s not that they mow their lawns at 6:30 a.m. on weekends or hold loud parties into the wee hours of the morning. It’s not even that my father works long hours and isn’t around much – my mother the housewife is home all day. My guess is that in a northern New Jersey town brimming with Italians, they are WASPS.
Stereotypes are a bad thing, yet name any stereotype of a middle class WASP, and sadly my parents probably fit it. Reserved and seemingly standoffish. Check. Emotionally distant. Check. Mum on personal finances. You bet. Unlikely to share their political views with neighbors. Absolutely.
It’s with this upbringing that I can’t help but wonder, who the heck are these people who open their doors to campaign volunteers and let them pop a campaign video in their VCR?
Let’s pretend for a minute that my neighbors spoke English (our current interactions are limited to friendly waves and smiles). If they knocked on my door and needed to use the phone, sure I’d let them in. If they wanted to borrow a cup of sugar I’d think it was strange, but I’d share. But if they wanted to talk politics, or horror of horrors, pop in a Bush or Kerry video, I’d think they were nuts.
Where are these places and who are these people who allow strangers with campaign videos into their homes? I'm really curious to find out.
