Metadish, Fresh from NYC

This
time last year, all I wanted was for everyone to vote. Everything I did
revolved around electoral politics, because of course, like many of my
peers, I just wanted W out of the White House. I preached that the only
way this country can have a true representative of the people is if
everyone votes. I overheard some neighbors on their fire escape talking
about how they weren’t registered to vote; I stuck my head out the
window and said I’d be right up with a New York State voter
registration card. I traveled to Pennsylvania, Georgia, Missouri and
Ohio to register voters. In fact, I even created an alter ego,
VoteGirl, to encourage young people to vote.

One year later,
as another election day draws near, I can’t bring myself to vote for
either mayoral candidate for New York City. I don’t hate Bloomberg, but
I hate enough of the things he’s done (mainly his ridiculous
overdevelopment of the city) to not feel comfortable voting for him.
And Freddy, well… let’s just say I don’t hate Bloomberg enough to
even consider voting for Freddy. And I don’t like Freddy enough to vote
for him on his own merits. He’s had one screw up after another and he
hasn’t said or done anything to make me believe this city will be any
better under his administration than it is under a Bloomberg
administration.

But don’t give up on VoteGirl just yet. I’m
still going to vote; I’m just going to abstain from voting for mayor. I
don’t quite know what or who I’m voting for, but between now and
November 8, I’ll check out this handy dandy voter guide, and you should, too.

And of course, I’ll be at this rockin’ election night party. One thing VoteGirl can’t abstain from is an open bar.

[Reposted from eefers]

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