So yesterday was my husband's birthday, and I was out running around, picking up his gifts and such. As I stepped out of the record store, a reporter asked me if he could ask me about health care. (Or as it is also known, an AOA - "any old asshole" interview.) So, being the sap that I am, I agreed. Now, the reason I say I am a sap is threefold.

1.) I looked like crud. I had a huge pimple on my cheek, and of course, this was an hour before I got my fabulous new haircut.

2.) I hate being on camera. I loathe it to the point that I have yet to watch my wedding video. But, invariably I agree to these stupid things, (three times in the last year) because I always feel sorry for the poor guy who has to ask strangers to answer idiotic questions on camera.

3.) Although I have very vehement opinions on the status and future of our healthcare system, you wouldn't know it from my pathetic (and giggle ridden) answers yesterday. I sounded like a total dork, and worse yet, a dork with an opinion (if you can even call it that) without any shred of substance. In fact, I think my loathing of being on camera is quickly being overcome by an even bigger loathing of having missed my opportunity to sound off about healthcare and privatization.

Oh well, it could have been worse. At least I wasn't playing tennis!