This Isn’t a Political Post (But You’ll Probably Think It Is)
I have a confession—an embarrassing one at that. But I’m not going to lead with it. Because it just might be my Get Out of Jail free card the next time I go to the States. And after this post, I just might need it.
I’m not a political person. This is not a political post. Although I’m well aware that saying it’s not political is often the international signal for here comes something political. It’s like prefacing a conversation with, “No offense, but…”
I loathe talking politics. There’s nothing worse at a dinner party—except maybe karaoke.
Dinner Parties, Traffic Jams, and Unsolicited Opinions
Opinions get louder, veins pop, and suddenly you’re defending free trade over dry chicken to a man wearing his baseball cap backwards. It’s exhausting.
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