For white urban and suburban ‘Wine Moms,’ the Internet serves the all-important cause of virtue signalling through Trump hatred.
My interest in politics began way before Trump. In fact it goes back at least to Election Day 1964. I had just turned eight. Somehow I had decided that I preferred Barry Goldwater to Lyndon Johnson. That evening I lay in bed and watched the election results on the tiny little TV set beside my bed. (Tiny little TV sets were a thing then.) It became obvious very early in the evening that LBJ would, as predicted, be winning by a landslide, and my mother yelled up to me from downstairs and told me that it was over and that it was time for me to turn off the TV and go to sleep already. But I couldn’t accept that LBJ had won. I kept watching. I guess I finally conked out with the TV on.
