One of my favorite TV shows is Dharma and Greg. Because we spent, oh, about 5 or 6 years, at least, without cable or satellite or any other kind of TV (you don’t get much with an antennae when you’re in the deep mid-west), I’m way behind the times and just discovered it recently. But thanks to WE, I can now enjoy it for 2 solid hours every evening after work. Whoopee! I have to admit, though, that I’m offended on her behalf that WE calls Dharma ‘hippy, dippy, groovy and free’. I mean, the hippy, groovy, free stuff I agree with. The dippy, I think, they just threw in because she’s naive to Greg’s world and, mostly, she’s blonde. Blondes always get a bum wrap.

He of the Great Calves rarely watches it with me, but lately he’s been keeping me company while I watch. The other day he asked me if I thought our relationship was like theirs. Well, um, no…I hadn’t really noticed much. But he did. Apparently I’m the goofy one and he’s the dyed-in-wool conservative. Which I didn’t realize, even after over 10 years of marriage. I mean, we’re both so MOR when it comes to politics.

My personal opinion is that there is never a good candidate, just a ‘not as bad as the rest’ candidate. And that’s who I vote for. There are a few issues I won’t bend on, so I’ll vote against someone if they don’t line up with me on those, but, usually, that’s what makes the other person not as bad; because they agree with me. I thought he felt the same. I still think he does.

Now, I could go on and on about what those hot issues are for me, and it could be delicious fun, but if you disagree with me, you’d feel compelled to tell me what an idiot I am and, after being compared to Dharma, I’m not sure I can handle that particular comment.

Because, after giving it some thought, I think I agree that we are a bit like the TV couple. I tend to dive in to anything that catches my attention, while he tends to dip in a toe, then a foot, then a leg, and then sleep on it before he wades in to his hips. (By the time he’s in the water, I’m almost ready to dry off and take a nap.) My fashion is a little darker than Dharma’s, as I tend to go a bit Bohemian when I can…Bohemian crossed with goth on top of Levi’s, really. It’s a bit odd, but I’ve noticed that Dharma has quite the varied wardrobe as well. From ‘my husband is running for Senate and I look like I could, too’ to ‘my parents were hippies and I’m a hippy and I dare you to say something about it because then I can make you talk about your feelings and make you a better person.’

There are probably more ways we’re alike, too, I just hope one of them isn’t the dippy part.