Oh lordy. I just got into a conversation about economics with a boob in a bar in Austin, Texas.
She insisted that when you buy a house for, say, 200,000 dollars and the value of it goes down to 100,000, the bank can call in your equity and take your house if you can't afford to pay the difference, and there's the crux of our economic problems. I hadn't heard of that, but, you know, these money people are so evil that I bet that's what they'd LOOOVE to be ABLE to do, so I figured MAYbe they had figured out a way to do that in some cases where the people were too stupid to pull out their mortgages and say, "But I have an AGREEment!", but I told her I'd bet her $1 that she's wrong. She tells me she knows this because she's a photographer and she's taken pictures of a lot of expensive houses. Well, how can you argue with THAT?
So then she starts telling me how Wall Street doesn't like democrats and there's where I have her because that absotootely isn't true, and she's saying how it was true under Reagan, and, well, I am prepared to skewer Reagan if that's where she wants to go, and I begin talking trash about his deregulatory ass, but suddenly her blackberry is berrying. I paid my bill and left.
The worst thing was, she looked very much like a young Molly Ivans, and I hesitated to tell her because, you know, if you don't tell a woman she reminds you of Scarlett Johansen she's insulted, but now I wish I'd said so. I'd probably have been safe because I bet she didn't know who Molly Ivans was, though we had this conversation in Austin, Texas.
And this was an e-mail to my best friend and I thought "I should DKOS this", and here I am.