Yet, still. Grumpy.
I just got to thinking this afternoon: When did I become so complacent, so reliant on Big Media in place of my own Big Ideas? When did we as a whole?
My local newscasters can't tell a heartwarming story without saying something stupid like, 'boy, that's really paying it forward', just in case I was confused.
The democrats can't seem to get a candidate in place, even when most experts agree that the only way Clinton can win is if the superdelegates supersede what appears to be the people's choice.
And Kathy Lee Gifford self-righteously pokes fun at 'mommy blogs' on national TV - not that she had actually taken any time to read one - because she is uncomfortable with women, common women anyway, writing about motherhood in a public forum.
I wondered this afternoon, my house full of kids, how exactly do I teach them to be free thinkers, when it seems like those in power have a lot invested in keeping us pretty useless. Compliant. (Yes, I know this is nothing new.)
I don't know.
(I suddenly have the urge to say: "And then my head exploded. The End." Sorry, Kate.)
But I'm riled up; I imagine that's a start.