Days ago, while the celebratory confetti over President Barack Obama's second term hadn't yet rained down in Chicago, someone in Bangkok put a rhetorical question to a group of politically inquisitive friends: Would you love and marry a tall, rich, cool, smart, loving, caring, adorable, well-dressed, milk-fed, Javier Bardem-lookalike (for men, substitute the actor's name with a Victoria's Secret supermodel) and - here's the kicker - a staunch Romney-Ryan supporter?
"No way," a female friend said. "No Republicans in the house." As if we actually had Republican partisanship in the land of crooked smiles and an unfinished futsal arena.
"Yes, I would," said another woman friend. "Rich AND handsome. Shouldn't we give him a try? Just don't talk politics in the house."
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