If you live in Kentucky and follow politics even a little, or really even just are following the Kentucky Senate race, you’ve probably heard my name in the news. Hell, you might even be reading this just because the New York Times sought out my blog in an attempt to juice up the story. (Which, I must say left me feeling honored as it’s a dream of mine to someday have a byline in the Times… But here’s to hoping that next time you can actually learn the definition of a term you’re quoting before you use it in an argument… hail (verb) – have one’s home or origins in (a place). Synonyms: come from, be from, be a native of, have one’s roots in. No where does that say “currently a resident of”, but you know – better luck next time.)
Through it all I’ve been supported by people who I never expected to stand up for me, and had my name dragged through the mud by people who should support me but let political views come between us.
A lot of people in the media have been trying to tell the public who I am. But they missed a few important details.
I’m more than a face in a campaign ad, I’m more than someone whose absentee ballot for the 2012 presidential election mysteriously was “never received” and who simply forgot to switch her voter registration to the state she pays taxes to in time because she was busy with a 17 credit hour course load, sorority, and a 30 hour/week job.
I’m a daughter. I’m a friend. I’m a sister.
I’m a 20 year old who has the heart of a 5 year old and an ancient soul. I love to read, and while I don’t discriminate when it comes to books – I have a special place in my heart for classical literature, Harry Potter, Jodi Picoult, and John Grisham. My three favorite movies are Cinderella, Footloose, and Remember The Titans. I’m an avid supporter of the Oxford comma, and open critic of anything that involves me doing math. My friends call me Barbie but know better than to stir up an argument with me and my spitfire temper, and fear playing me in fantasy football.
When it comes to being headstrong, opinionated, and sarcastic, I’m off the charts. Only very recently have I finally accepted that asking for help is not synonymous with failure. I get frustrated when I don’t pick something new up right away. I can drive a car with a manual transmission, change a tire, and use jumper cables – but if Dad offers to do it, I’m not going to tell him no. I was the girl in my freshman dorm who everyone came to because I was the only one who had a tool kit, and it’s gone with me every where I have lived since.
I hate having a messy room, but I hate doing laundry even more. I’m finally to the point in my life where people are trusting me with the oven, ladders, and sharp objects. I’m just as comfortable in the bed of a pickup truck as I am in the back of a limousine, but I prefer the back of a horse on a trail deep in the woods to any of it. Being in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city makes me feel alive, but I live to be surrounded by country air and a blanket of stars. I’m a walking contradiction. I’m completely myself, and somehow still made up of pieces of every person I’ve ever met.
I’m growing up and into myself, and spending each day just putting one foot in front of the other.
I don’t claim to know it all, or have it all together. But I’m an educated young woman with a good head on her shoulders, and I’ll be damned if I let that fact be brushed under the rug. I chose to support Mitch McConnell because I did my research, I watched the debates, I dug my way through the propaganda.
Yes, I grew up in Pennsylvania, but Kentucky is my home now. What happens here affects me just as much as the next. I refuse to stand by and see this state I have grown to know and love fall under faulty leadership. I stand by my decision, and my support of Team Mitch – and so should you.