Election Season
Election day is coming up in Korea. April 11th – I know because I have the day off work. As it should be, I think. When I voted in the 2008 election, I had to get to the polling place at 7 AM to wait in line for an hour before rushing to work. Other times I’ve had to rush there after work with only minutes to spare. Almost every time I’ve voted, I’ve cut it close time-wise. It disenfranchises people who work longer hours than me for less pay and can’t ask for time off to vote, so I think everyone should have the day off.
But anyway. Just when I thought that the American election season is the most humiliating possible preface to voting for an elected official, I saw what it looks like here.
Yes, that is a small army of women in matching windbreakers doing a synchronized dance on the street in support of their candidate. It’s slightly more embarrassing that the Scientology recruiters following you around with their e-meter at ASU and just less embarrassing than the Ron Paul Kool-Aid Cult mobbing you at First Friday.
You can’t see it that well, but they all have this special truck with a built-in stage and big LED screen. The candidates wear these beauty-pageant sashes. They park on corners, play music, dance around, shake hands with pedestrians, and amplify inspiring rhetoric about whatever is important here. Honestly, I have no idea what they’re saying. I can’t help but imagine that it’s less horrifying than what’s going on in America right now with regards to women’s privilege to not conceive or gestate babies, but I might be wrong. Maybe they’re all talking how the inexpensive over-the-counter birth control pills you can get at any pharmacy here are causing too many young women to consider holding hands with their boyfriends.
Uncle Diana's Family Feedbag 
Your last sentence is right on the money. I can’t wait until US insurance companies make men swear they will only have sex with their wife and only for procreation before they are given viagra. No wet dreams, either. You would be wasting that precious potential new life.
Gawd blus ameriku!
Thank god republicans can’t dance or our national humiliation would be complete. Be comforted that AZ is holding its own in the eace for Stupidest State with guns, guns, GUNS, tin foil hats, and compelling doctors to lie to women to keep them from abortions.
I especially love the idea about proving to your employer that you’re not having sex in order to get birth control pills. Stay classy, AZ.
At least that’s vaguely entertaining. I don’t even want to think about the mudslinging and political arguments that are going to be part of this year. Not to mention the long debates with hardheaded die hard supporters of x or y candidate. I’m glad to have the freedom to debate and vote, but politics is such a headache at times.