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Can I just say I am loving reading Bill Bishop on Slate? Every song is a dance. Today, however, my already acute "Big Sort" confusion grows as he explains that conservatives are more apt to be neat freaks while liberals, who rarely iron, can go weeks without needing to know which stack of papers the cordless phone got lost in. (Dude, where is my corner? Is there such a thing as being un`sortable?) Often, I know, my difficulty with the majority view is plain contrarian; something about hearing that everybody knows X or thinks Y makes my throat scratchy, to the point that agreeing with so many people about Obama is slightly unnerving. (Oh to be you, Rachael!) Only, that wouldn't explain how I swung from conservative slob to silver-polishing liberal, would it? In my 20s, my sister once found my room in the apartment we shared in such disarray that she called 911—and I arrived home to find a police officer standing in my personal space: "Ma'am,'' he informed me, "this place has been ramshackled." No, actually, it was just as I'd left it. So, hasn't recycling made anybody else increasingly fastidious? And I'm curious; how are the rest of you sorting out?
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