There are many, many folks in San Francisco who feel that our city politics are ripe tabloid fodder. I'm not usually one of them, mostly because I can't identify many of the city's movers and shakers. We have magazines that celebrate the "socialite" lifestyle, columnists who judge local politicians' every moves and residents who insist on knowing the inner workings of those who occupy City Hall's hallowed halls. I, on the other hand, generally shy away from local political talk and focus on more important matters. Like how Blair Waldorf will be exacting revenge on some poor soul on Gossip Girl. Or how LC will react once she learns that Audrina and Heidi actually spoke together at a club on The Hills!
But last night Puppy and I dined with The Communist and her new fiancé. Both of them are entrenched in the city's inner workings because both are city employees. And it really is in their best interest to understand all the horse-trading that goes on between the city's mayor, his inner circle and the city's supervisors.
And I find it funny how The Communist and her affianced were able to casually talk about all the love triangles, our elected officials' drunken nights out and our city's inefficient lawmakers as if it were all a part of a Days of Our Lives plot. Or as if they were all public knowledge!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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