So.” Mike paused. “That interview was something, huh? On the show tonight?”
“It was something, indeed.” I nodded through the phone.
“We’re already getting negative feedback on the major news blogs.”
“There’s no such thing as bad publicity,” I assured him.
“I don’t know why Lexie didn’t focus on the book.”
“She did ask The Good Senator about his book. She brought up his many other accomplishments as well.”
“Yes, but then she focused on the health care bill. That wasn’t the purpose of The Good Senator’s visit to her show. Our pre-interview material was only about his Gulf War service, his Presidential campaign, and why he wrote the book.”
“Which she did ask about.”
Mike kept going. “No other talk show hosts asked about that bill, or about any bill The Good Senator sponsored or voted for.”
“Lexie isn’t just another talk show host. Haven’t you seen The Rec Room before?”
“Of course we’ve seen it. It’s supposed to be a comedy show. That’s why I wrote some jokes for The Good Senator.”
“You wrote jokes, Mikkel Jones?”
“You’re acting like I said I cured cancer.”
“Curing cancer I could believe.”
“So I’m smart, but not funny?”
“Can I get a third option?”
“Oh! You’re killing me, Smalls.”
“The jokes were good,” Mike insisted. “He didn’t get a chance to use most of them, but—”
“Yes, the show is funny,” I concurred. “But Lexie challenges all of her guests with tough questions. Furthermore, her questions were not inappropriate.”
“Condom dispensers in every high school and middle school?” Mike sputtered. “Was she serious? How were we supposed to respond to that?”
“I don’t see a problem with the idea.”
I could have stopped then. I wanted Mike to like me, and if I agreed with him, he would. Maybe If I mirrored everything he said, he might think we had a psychic bond. That would make him feel secure in his points of view.
I could have surreptitiously kowtowed to Mike’s myopic arguments. I could have suppressed my instincts to share my counter perspectives. I could let him continue his circular logic until he ran out of steam. Then I could stroke his ego by complementing his repetitive monologue, and beg for more of his faulty assumptions.
Or . . .