I have been raised in a family where politics never played a major role. As both a French and Spanish citizen, I am entitled to vote in two countries and in Europe which should make of me a privileged citizen. As a female, I should be aware of all these years of battle and struggle my ancestors dealt with to be granted the right to vote. As a citizen of the world, I should be conscious of the privilege of being granted the right to vote and to express my opinion while in still many countries people are nothing more than a voiceless and anonymous crowd.
So why, after considering all these convincing arguments, am I still not into politics?
When you open a magazine, especially a feminine one, you’re literally flooded by ads of all sorts. My favorite is the miracle cream ad. It promises you to look ten years younger or ten pounds slimmer or even both sometimes. Well, let me tell you something, this is how I see politics, electoral campaigns and candidates: miracle cream ads. In other words, they’ve been processed through a brilliant marketing team and their promises are both mouthwatering and utopian. How not to succumb?
Politics’ world is the War of the Titans look-alike: Money versus Ideas. Power versus Values. And really, I don’t mean to hurt a few remaining idealists’ feelings that truly believe politics is about defending ideas and values and improving the world we’re living in. Actually I admire them. But I guess I’m just too cynical and probably too disenchanted. I rather feel like a puppet, my strings being pulled by some omniscient and yet invisible power. Instead of feeling actively involved in the political future of my countries, I feel a dull inertness like anesthetized by a wave of unrealizable promises.
As a duty, I will continue to go to the poll and slip my small envelope in the ocean of hopeful pleas. As a right, I will continue to wish for a perfect and yet naive world where citizens would be performers on the stage and politicians would be the audience watching us pulling the strings.
“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.”
― Groucho Marx