We're all gathering tonight at Tim's house to watch the debates and it's bound to be a doozy.  With the two presidential candidates, Barack "Hope" Obama and John "I've-Crashed-Three-Or-Four-Airplanes-So-I-Think-I-Know-A-Thing-Or-Two-About-How-To-Run-A-Country" McCain, sparring over who our next leader will be.  This second debate will likely be marked by vicious attacks and economic policy dramatics so I just wanted to remind all of you to keep George Lakoff in mind tonight.

George who?  I'll put it in perspective for you before I tell you about Lakoff himself and why he's perhaps the most important person for anyone who wants to get into politics to read.

Forget your natural cynicism and just accept that Thanksgiving is awesome. Elle Scoots has 5 great pieces of evidence.

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Besides the fact that I'm a week late, there's really no reason that I should be saying dick about the life and work of John Hughes.  I say this not because I'm biased against him or I need to disclose some sort of precondition that makes me ethically ineligible to pass judgment in this particular situation.  I say this because I'm a rare case: I'm probably one of a small handful of pop culture obsessed near-thirty year olds who has a very minor relationship with his work; either I was too young or too sheltered in my youth, but his work never meant a great deal to me.  Sure, I've seen the Breakfast Club and I've seen Ferris Bueller, but I haven't seen Pretty in Pink in its entirety and have seen maybe 60% of Sixteen Candles total after about twelve attempted viewings, on VHS and cable.  It might be sacrilege, but I kind of hate his films, or at least they mean nothing to me.  But that doesn't mean that they aren't totally representative of their era; in fact, my dispassion for them might validate how iconic they truly are.