Get­ting my hair­cut the oth­er day, I couldn’t help but eaves­drop on the high­ly charged polit­i­cal con­ver­sa­tion hap­pen­ing next to me. The client was ask­ing the young female hair­dress­er who she thought she would vote for. The Mal­ibu Sta­cy like hairdresser’s reply was “Hmmm… dun­no… none of them are real­ly that good look­ing… I mean, like, I’d vote if there were any good look­ing ones but there aren’t any… I haven’t actu­al­ly enrolled to vote yet, and unless they make it like, you know, a com­pe­ti­tion where you get to pick the best look­ing one, I’m not plan­ning on vot­ing any­time soon.”

If you con­trast that con­ver­sa­tion with the fact that in oth­er parts of the world, peo­ple stand in front of mov­ing tanks, set them­selves on fire, starve them­selves to death, are beat­en, tor­tured or gunned down in their thou­sands just for protest­ing for the right to vote, it real­ly is a mad world.