So what was the movie that so enthralled me on my rockin’ New Year’s Eve? The Ides Of March. A political thriller long on handsome men who are short on morals and ethics. Not that an evening with Ryan Gosling and George Clooney isn’t exciting however truth be told Paul Giamatti and Philip Seymour Hoffman piqued my interest far more than those other two prom queens but I digress.

It was quite a good film about the bets and bluffs of big time politics and it’s a timely one for me as 2012 gets under way because this is an election year. Now for my American Finders I hate to be the bearer of bad news but, contrary to popular opinion in the land of the free, you are not actually the center of the universe. I’m talking about France. Come April and May the French will cast their ballots for president. It’s exciting because there are two women running this year. Americans, you only have one and she seems … she’s … well, if you don’t have anything nice to say, you know the rest.

As you can see, I am exceedingly well behaved. I’d go so far to say that I’m a model citizen with a superego the size of the Yukon. To the non-shrinky layperson that means I have a very active conscience. I am forever battling to do the right thing. Here’s my rule: when in doubt the option that seems the hardest, the most work and the one I want to do least is usually what should be done. Try it yourself sometime, it never fails.

Anyway, my rambling point is that no matter how dirty the game of politics may be I always vote. Even in last year’s Canadian elections I jumped through all kinds of hoops to vote by proxy. I make it a point to vote for anything any time because I feel that if I don’t then I’m a bad citizen. But mostly I vote because women marched, risked ridicule, were personally and publicly persecuted and went to prison so I could.

But now I am no longer eligible to vote in Canada and apparently I can’t exercise my civil right and duty here in France. Two women, TWO interesting, competent and politically diverse women on the presidential ticket and I’m out. Who knows when I’ll ever be able to include women in my decision for a national leader again? With all the Arab springing and occupying going on the world I have to sit and watch it all happen from the sidelines. MERDE!

I keep trying to think of ways that I can fake my way in but then I realize that would be breaking the law and the old nag in my head gets going about that. Jeez, I’m such a goody-goody. Maybe it makes me respectable, charming even, maybe I’m just plain adorkable. Small consolation to the suffragettes rolling in their graves. I’m sorry ladies, If I could, I would. I tell you it’s almost enough to make me move. And I would if it weren’t for the bakery. I’m not entirely without principles.