Your Politics are Depressing Me, Therefore You're Wrong

Allow me to spin a tale.

My girlfriend and I have had a rough time of it.  Or, should I say, we 'once had' a rough time of it.  I'll put it bluntly - we only ever had one conversation.  She (or I) would arrive home, we would greet one-another, I'd comment on the weather, bring up the state of party politics in this country, ask how work had been. She'd then ask if I'd made plans for dinner, I'd respond usually that it was cooking, or that we'd head out, or that it was her turn or whatever else.  That's it - that's all we ever said to each other.  Minor variations on greetings and what have you, but little more than that.

Then one day, we rented a 'drama' video.  I'd heard about them, but as far as drama went, I was pretty much a novice.  Well.  The people in these videos spoke about anything and everything you could think of - their lives, their feelings, plays they'd seen, films, concerts they'd been to, books they'd read.  They'd talk about how these experiences made them feel, what thoughts they had while viewing, listening, reading... then the other would shoot back with his or her thoughts on THOSE thoughts.  Some characters were more endearing or intelligent than others; sometimes they spoke in groups, sometimes just in pairs.  The point is, it opened up a whole new world for us.  Suddenly, all the experiences I'd been having in life immediately became things I could share with her.  Instead of just being 'greeting, politics, dinner', we were able to introduce all kinds of new elements to our conversation.  Art, politics, philosophy, sport, human psychology - and more besides!

Now here's the thing.  What kind of woeful sad cretin would need to watch a drama before they could freely converse with their partner?  Don't people just kind of learn to talk, then in turn learn to converse, and improve with each tentative experience?  Switch in 'sex' for 'conversation', and 'porn' for 'drama', though, and all of a sudden this sad cretin's perfect analogue becomes edgy as all hell and ready to tell prudish feminists a thing or two about the hot sex she's having, and how much she enjoys it.  Give me a fucking break.  

Anyway, I'm off to tell some World War II veterans all about how they don't know what life is.  I bet they'll get hostile almost immediately, the old jerks! Hah!

(c) 2008 mr. morgan