"You come to me, I give you Brazilian AND education!"

My waxer is the cutest thing ever. She's tiny and "Persian" (I think she's from Afghanistan), and she calls everyone "sweetheart." (And she can get away with calling black women "My chocolate!") And she's super politically active. She's always talking about how great America is, and she's really into the election. The last two times I've gone to see her, all we've talked about is Obama. (As opposed to why I'm not married, and my teeth.) She's stumping for him to everyone she talks to, the minute they walk in. I get in the door: "Hello, sweetheart! Hillary or Obama?!" Thankfully, I remembered from last time and said, "Obama!" She doesn't like Hillary, I think partly because she thinks a man should be president. Hey, to each her own. That logic makes as much sense as why Bush got reelected, but people believe what they want to. So this time, she told me about Obama's past, and how she loved his book, and about his family history. It was quite enlightening. And distracting, thank god.