Maybe it’s because I’m in Chicago. Maybe it’s because we sort of recognize that having elected a black man to the White House definitively means we are moving toward closure on racial wounds 219 years in the making. Maybe it’s because with the election behind us, everyone—reds and blues alike—can laugh openly about the borderline criminal hilarity of Palin’s nomination as VP.
Whatever the reason, people in generally just seem a little less douchebaggy. And you know something, it feels good!
It’s like the Christmas season has arrived a full month early, and without the songs. I love the Christmas season. Maybe one day I’ll write about how I think the holiday has been nationalized; suffice it to say, I think “Merry Christmas” has gone the way of kleenex, cellophane, Coke, and rollerblades in terms of becoming a generic term for something bigger, regardless of your religion. To me, at least, “Merry Christmas” means, “Hey, Buddy, let’s you and I call a truce on the douchiness for a few days and just smile at one another. Cool?”
And that’s what I’m seeing now:
People smile easier.
People seem quicker to help one another out with small things.
People make more small talk with strangers.
People drive slower. (Apparently, not all manifestations of de-douchiness are good.)
People share.
I’ve spent a lot of time at O’Hare airport lately, which as an experience can be pretty douchebag inducing. I fell prey to it a few weeks ago when, on a Saturday morning at 7am, a woman decided that because I was working on an iPhone and she had an iPhone, too, we must be friends and I must want to stop what I was doing and chat with her. Boy, was she wrong.
But that was before the election, when being a douche was totally in vogue. Since then, I’ve noticed myself being more patient, friendlier, and more helpful. With the ORD meanderthals strolling from gate to McD’s… no, how about Corner Bakery… wait, is Starbuck’s cheaper for the same food…, I find myself offering advice like, “Your best bet is the tomazzo bagel from the American Bagel company,” or “Here, have my PowerBar.”
My friends are reporting similar trends. A restauranteur friend of mine says that for six weeks leading into November, nearly all the conversations in his joints were about the economy or the election. Now, conversations are still on the important topics, but they’re more civil and open.
Another friend of mine said that we’ve elevated our collective consciousness and are now vibrating on a higher plane. I have no idea what that means.
All I know is, we seem to be less douchebaggy. Keep up the good work, Barack!
Posted under Current Trends
This post was written by Seiden on November 18, 2008


