It appears that I had my fifteen minutes yesterday. Actually, it was more like two, but nonetheless, I had my moment in the spotlight. After a nice dessert with a friend of the family, we all were heading back to our cars, when I noticed an ABC news van, and a couple of gentleman standing next to it preparing their gear. As I took note of them, I wondered to myself if there was some kind of event about to ensue, or if they were out to get a hold of public opinion on something. I got my answer when the gentlemen walked over to us and one, who looked vaguely familiar, asked if we had any comments we would like to make about Sarah Palin’s daughter. In response, I had to confess my ignorance and he proceeded to inform me that Governor Palin’s seventeen year old daughter was pregnant. He then asked me if I would like to comment, and suddenly my ego (who really knew nothing about this matter) had taken a hold of my mouth and said, “sure.” In that moment a light turned on and I found myself looking at the lens of a camera, a scant four feet from my face. Much to my surprise, I did not stutter, nor did I “uhm, uhm” my way through my brief response to this “breaking ordeal.” Instead, in a relatively straightforward manner I offered the following:
In the culture we live in nowadays, I don’t know how many people expect perfect families. In some ways it’s perhaps ironic insofar as it seems the Republican Party positions itself as the traditional party that upholds family values, but this seems to undermine that on some level
Of course, I gave them a little more than this, but all they were looking for was a sound bite. In wrapping up I basically told them that this ordeal would not influence how I voted, but rather I would be looking at the candidates’ positions on various issues and how they aligned with my values. This didn’t make it into the final cut.
Oh, by the way, my mom got her fifteen minutes as well, except her’s was more like thirty seconds.