Wearing Red in Blue Country
A commenter over at Asymmetrical Information points to a Slate article where the writer dons a Bush/Cheney t-shirt, tote bag and “W” button and saunters around LA’s hip Silverlake district. Horified looks, muttered insults and glares follow.
Dining nearby is a young girl who looks to be about 6 years old; she gazes at my shirt with a look so forlorn, I expect to learn that Dick Cheney just stole her crayons. Her mother arrives and gives her a hug of consolation. The girl starts to talk, but I can only make out “Bush shirt,” which she says to her mother as she points my way. The mother turns and glares, shaking her head at me. I start to wonder what sort of person I am to inflict this on a poor child.
