My parents go to D.C. every year to discuss Fair Trade with politicians. They also meet interesting people at dinners. My mom, knowing my political obsession, always comes home with career advice.
“We met Kate Snow. Do what she does! You’d be good at that!”
I’m thinking, Pshaw! The camera adds ten pounds!
The next year...
“We met with lobbyists. Be a lobbyist!”
K Street? Pshaw!
And last night...
“We met a political analyst. Be a political analyst! You’d be good! You’d end up on Meet the Press!
I think...Yeah, right! BP would give me some horrid nickname!