I started to fume just now. Can you see the smoke seeping out of your screen? Peter Ross Range, writing in Der Spiegel wrote the following:

"McCain clearly has the gut advantage; Obama has the brain advantage. This does not augur well for Obama. Watching the two men, I found myself drawn at a human level to McCain's gruff, simple, but sincere-sounding answers -- and put off a bit by Obama's analytical, complex, long-winded answers. And that's coming from a committed Democrat! Imagine what a swing voter, an uncommitted centrist voter, might be thinking!

With McCain, you're drawn to the man and his character. With Obama, you're drawn to his thinking and the rational possibility that his ideas may be better. For a lot of people, that's a no-brainer: They will always choose the man and his character over an abstract idea, no matter how eloquently put. And, for all her shortcomings, that could still work for Sarah Palin, too. She's 100 percent gut, and clearly a lot less brain. "

Listen, I get it, I'm NOT normal. My views do not represent the electorate. I read way too much news, despite being a mother to a young toddler, who, yes, does occupy a lot of time, but not soo much that I can't make time to educate myself and have an honest to God informed viewpoint. Occasionally he sits on my lap and watches laughing babies on You Tube, and I read news on the other part of the screen; we're both happy, I make it work. I get bored silly when talk turns to any host of things that the culture says a women should be interested in. I once quipped to the assistant of the guy who coiffs my hair, who was asking me how I like to style my hair, with deep questions about product and parts and texture preferences, that my approach to hair care is "low maintenance, bordering on neglect." But don't get me wrong, I like girly things, I'm not a hairy beast, neglectful hair care aside. But when it comes to my politicians I do not care about their hair. I value their brains over their ballsiness. Why is that soo bad? Why do we seem to want the Hollywood action hero, who isn't real by the way people, it's a cultural trope, over someone who thinks things through, and doesn't react with "bring it on" theatrics?

I like my brain, thank you very much. It's not the best one on the block, but it's not atrophied, willfully. I don't think I'm better than anyone else. BUT, call me elitist, but I would really like for my president to have a decent pair of lobes over balls, or boobs for that matter, but that's a rant for another time.