I never wanted to go here on my blog. Really. But due to my addiction to comedic pundits on Comedy Central, a $10 surcharge on my phone bill because I exceeded my month’s texting limit from too many text discussions over healthcare, and a pointed finger with the condemning exclamation “You’re a democrat!?” directed at me in the middle of church, I figured the subject of politics might be worthy of a blog post.

Politics. It’s one of two things they say you should never discuss with other people—at least when you’re young and single and trying to make a good impression on other young, single people who are better looking than you. Or is it? It’s actually been useful on some boring dates where I wanted to go home early. I just say something like “don’t you feel Obama was called by God?” and I’m usually home in 15 minutes (only really works here in Utah).

But I felt I shouldn’t feign political indifference anymore. Actually, I haven’t really been feigning anything. I honestly don’t know where I stand on a lot of issues. I could just continue to follow the Mormon ducks in front of me and stick a “Romney 2012” sign on my front lawn and call it good, or I could figure out how I really felt myself.

So I decided to jump in the mosh pit of political madness—watching cable news networks instead of E! News Daily, throwing out my Self magazines and subscribing to Newsweek, and simply asking smart people what they thought about the issues.

And where did I come up? A little left, and people don’t think I’m serious. First, I’m accused of being a “pretend liberal” and that I support Obama because he had cool campaign graphics and that I probably harbor fantasies of dating a black dude (guilty, but not why I like Obama).

Second, I think Glenn Beck is a friggin’ idiot. That guy is a nutcase. His fake tears and blumberings can send anyone running from wanting to associate with anything labeled “conservative.” Last week I overheard a conversation at church about Glenn Beck’s conversion story (He’s Mormon. Please don’t judge Mormons for that) and how cool it was. It actually is a cool conversion story, but I somehow slipped and said he was still an idiot, and the guy looked at me with a scowl that I feared would cause a permanent wrinkle between his eyebrows. Too bad, I thought he was pretty cute.

So I face a major decision: do I continue to put my politics above my personal needs, or do I stick a “Yes to Prop 8” sign next to the Romney one outside my home? I think I might be single for a while.

**Jenny has no problems dating anyone of any particular racial, religious, or political affiliation—except if you support Glenn Beck. Without a doubt, liking that man is a dealbreaker in any potential relationship.