Most weekday mornings while I make coffee, prepare breakfast (i.e. lay out a cereal box and a bowl or toast a frozen waffle), and hound my teenage son to get out of the shower so he has time to choke down some nutrition before school, I tune in to MSNBC’s “Morning Joe.”
I’m not sure exactly why. Joe drives me bananas with his smug telepathic messages to social conservatives. Mika bugs me when she mugs for the camera aghast at Joe’s preppie vitriol, especially now that she no longer interrupts to inject logic into his daily campaign speeches.
Which does not mean that I do not sometimes agree with Joe, nor do I eschew his taste in music. He wants gun control. He likes the Replacement’s. He’s sort of cute in that ”preppies are my weakness” kind of way. It’s a reasonably balanced show in terms of the other folks they invite into their early morning lair to discuss the news of the day. Mike Barnacle’s cool. So is Donny Deutsch. I must be emotionally mature as I plunge into middle age.
I agree with and admire Joe’s morning foil/fox Mika. She’s gorgeous; I think my 75-year-old dyed in the wool Democrat mother tries to have her hair done up like Mika’s in that short blondie swoop. I, once a political junkie, have grown to despise American politics. I can’t stomach it any more. The system is broken. Washington is a joke. I hope local politics takes advantage of this tremendous opportunity.
My son shuffles downstairs, barefoot -- it’s a -10 degrees below zero morning -- and flips the channel to Sports Center without asking, and the day begins.