One of my first serious relationships took place when I was doing my M.A., a couple of girlfriends before Mrs. M. She was a lefty, rebelling against wealthy parents and her prior membership in what amounted to a high school sorority. I already saw myself as a libertarian, and what I saw of many of my peers drove me further to the right. All the same… girlfriend, right?
So I found myself dragged to a meeting of some all-purpose lefty group or other, dedicated to solving all the world’s injustices. As it happened, they were also planning some sort of benefit concert, and I was in a band, so it was a gig, and besides… girlfriend, right?
My outstanding memory of it was that it reminded me of these guys:
“How much do we hate racism/poverty/sexism/[insert cause here]?”
But hey, we played the benefit show because it was a club we hadn’t played before, and besides… well, you know.
About a month after that, she told me she had joined a group called Students for Peace and Justice. I couldn’t help it — I snickered. “What’s so funny?” she said.
“Do you really think anyone actively opposes those things? Is there some lurking group on campus called ‘Students for War and Iniquity’?”
We split up shortly thereafter.