Talk About A Stalemate

What happens when you put a working class, liberal minded, peace loving "hippie" under the same roof as a privileged, upper-middle class, self-declared "hillbilly"?

I'm not entirely sure, but you are welcome to stop by my house anytime to find out.

The Boyfriend and I have strategically avoided the words "health", "care" and any combination of the two ever since Obama became president. We didn't even discuss the election. Whoa-ho, no way! When we do dare to discuss "politics", we practically end up on the ground, pulling each others hair out and yelling, "nu uh, YOU'RE wrong". It's not a pretty scene.

But last night, oh ho, last night, we made the hideous mistake of talking about health care. And to premise this, I will tell you that I avoid talking about politics completely. I handle politics like a chameleon; the topic comes up and I do my best to blend into the background so no one preys on me. Why you ask? It's not that I'm weak minded, it's not that I don't have opinions, it's simply that I don't care to ARGUE my opinions to others.

"To each their own".

Now the Boyfriend on the other hand, oh!, he LOVES to argue. He's incredibly head strong and he loves to try and prove people wrong. He'll never admit it, but I catch him making up "facts" sometimes just so he can try to validate his arguments. The humorous part of this is that he's never actually trying to convince anyone to agree with him, no no, he'd much rather just yell that his point of view is right.

You could even say, "I totally agree with you", and he'd still be saying, "You don't even understand what I'm saying..."

Thereby, our arguments normally last about 5 minutes. He argues, I back down, he keeps arguing, I end the argument by proving that his "fact" is wrong. He hates that. Right after that, our fight enters a total stalemate.

I don't like to argue, but when I'm challenged I don't back down, not for anything. Not even chocolate... or coffee...

Point being; I spent last evening in the family room with the old TV, a glass of wine and the fat cat. He spent the evening in the living room with "his" flat screen and our new puppy. Talk about a division of the sexes.

In summation, I have no urge to continue this argument with the Boyfriend and I recognize that neither of us will ever apologize for it, BUT if me, Harry, or MJ are subjected to listening to Fox news any longer the three of us will be moving to the barn.

Did you hear that Andrew?