Responding to political polls is my version of working a phone sex hotline. They can’t see who I am so they have to believe what I tell them. Reminds me of the ultimate Internet cartoon from The New Yorker, a golden retriever typing at a keyboard and captioned “on the Internet, nobody knows you’re a dog.” Woof woof. To some pollsters, I’m a young, vivacious Latina. … [Read more...]