We have a big election coming up. And in the US it’s taboo to talk about who you’re voting for.
And fine, I get that to an extent – no one wants to be in the uncomfortable position of publicly supporting a losing candidate/insulting the incoming president.
But this one time, and I really mean just this one time, I wish we could channel inglorious basterds for a month when it comes to this november. Not even after the election, I’m talking about during the lead-up. It would be a heavy dose of reality to find out who those around you vote for, because all you hear is “who are these people who would vote for CANDIDATE?” and “I can’t understand who would support CANDIDATE?” I’m wholly convinced we’d all be in for quite the surprise.
“But it’s my right as an american to vote for whomever I want and not share it with anyone.”
Absolutely. And I don’t disagree with that in the slightest. My counter, though, is that if you’re making the active decision to vote for a presidential candidate, why would you possibly be ashamed of it? As complex as it may seem, it’s a multiple choice test with one outcome based on the one bubble you choose to fill in, the one decision you choose to make. a decision, even, that you get to base on absolutely anything you want – The candidate aligns with your most prominent issue? You can vote for him/her. You like the scrunchy face the candidate makes when they’re thinking? You can vote for him/her. One time the candidate’s likeness formed in your bowl of lucky charms? Done, place your vote.
The reasoning behind the taboo of talking about who you vote for, then, may not be the candidates themselves but in the innate reasoning behind supporting said candidate. While you’re not obligated to publicly share your views on abortion/homosexuality/racism/whether hot dogs are sandwiches or not, your candidate of choice manifests your stance on each of those lucidly. Until we’re forced as individuals to wear those beliefs like a badge (which thankfully we never will be), the issues can’t be changed. the loud majority, the extremes, are necessary only because the middle-of-the-road individual can hide behind their silence. You don’t like feminists free-bleeding in front of parliament? Neither do I. You don’t like black protesters shutting down your highway? Neither would I. But extremity is the only catalyst for actual change, the only chance for the moderate observer to finally pivot in a direction.
Alas, the fact is our society would crumble if every racist and pro-choice and vegan and homophobe and atheist and crossfit individual had to walk around with it carved into their forehead. Cordiality cannot exist without willful ignorance. And at the end of the day, if I want to be one of the 63,330 people who vote for President Cristina Nicole Grappo and not tell my neighbors, you can’t stop me. Though why would I ever not tell everyone about a candidate who speaks 109 languages.