In the subway car this morning, the one with all the elementary school kids swearing at each other and the young business man typing on his laptop and the Puerto Ricans rolling their eyes at hipsters, I stood across from a young man in a long muted coat, late twenties, foppish hair, pointy shoes, wearing an Obama/Biden political pin. I scoffed to myself that wearing an Obama/Biden political pin on the subway going into Manhattan is every bit a statement of fashion as any other. I snorted internally that the statment of the pin, here in this city on this train, is a waste of time, a waste of breath; everyone will vote for Obama here. At least no one will claim otherwise.
At least not the people this dandy will associate with.
I snapped out of my sneering reverie.
It is not often that the disaffected liberal youth, or the affected liberal youth, or their counterparts in the not-youth, can find a political scenario to get behind. It feels good to put on that pin and wear it with pride. It feels good to believe, if but for a smidge of time, that there is something real happening. Something to celebrate in our country's politics.
It just feels good.
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