So this evening, as I was working late, an ex-boyfriend (we'll call him xBF) sent me a chat message over Facebook:
xBF: Sorry you saw such a bad game :(
Me: I'm mostly sorry it had to be 100° while I watched.
xBF: It's insane! Yuck!
Me: Seriously.
xBF: But climate change? Bupkas
Me: I'm not sure I'm the one you want to discuss this with.
xBF: (Signs off)
See, xBF is a raging liberal: he's a teacher, son of a teacher, nephew to Broadway actors. His profile picture is often Obama campaign posters, pro-union socialist claptrap or random civil rights platitudes (my favorite is a picture of segregated water fountains with a Prop 8 sign above them). I've always been conservative and he's always been liberal, but we dated when I was eighteen and wasn't very informed; I knew we disagreed on just about everything, but I didn't particularly care and we never discussed it.
We still don't discuss it, when we talk, which is why I answered his salvo as I did and not with the answer I was prepared to give him: "Contrary to all the propaganda about how much conservatives hate the planet, really our position is that the only thing constant about the climate IS change. So maybe, we think, it would be better if we didn't throw a giant wrench in the works of our entire economy by enacting legislation that even its proponents admit will have a negligible effect (in the best case scenario)."
Still, it disappoints me that he's such a coward that he felt the need to sign out of our conversation without so much as a "see ya!" when confronted with evidence that I wasn't going to blindly agree with his position.
But I guess that's why we broke up and I'm now married to a wonderful, conservative man, with whom xBF has just about nothing in common.
