We can’t tell if we want more of them, or fewer. We spent most of college lamenting our lack of invites to them while at the same time knowing we were happiest on nights without them. No self-respecting Leftist we know is satisfied with just two of them in Congress anymore and we cross our fingers we won’t be one to a crime.

 

In whatever form parties enter our lives next, we’re ready. While we wait we’re borrowing dresses, we’re knocking on doors—petitions in hand and glitter on our cheeks.