Here’s something I never gave much thought to until I moved to America: bumper stickers. I mean, I knew you could get bumper stickers, and I’d definitely seen them on Irish cars. But there, they seemed like the exception, rather than the rule.
Here, in the Midwest of America (neither mid nor west, expect a future Moanery Lane based entirely around that confusing misnomer), bumper stickers are A Big Thing.
At this juncture, I should confess: I have a bumper sticker myself! I bought it within about six months of moving here, probably around the same time I started saying “trash” instead of “bin” and pronouncing it “garaaaaaje”.
What can I say? Your girl likes to fit in. (See also: Crocs, bought almost exactly to the year of moving here; my newfound obsession with spicy ranch dressing; the speed with which I went from deriding to devouring the chicken “salad” from Chicken Salad Chick.)
My bumper sticker says “Roe is a Human Right”, and was bought from a site called Stop the Donald (appropriately abbreviated to STD). I’ll admit, it’s given me pause, more than once, to have arguably the most controversial political topic in America right now (and for the past, oh, I don’t know, 50 years?) as a calling card on the back of the most expensive thing I own, but so far I have yet to be shouted at, and my car has yet to be keyed by some avid (and aggressive) anti-choicer.
The only time, in fact, it’s caused any issues for me personally is when I drove Beatrice to a job interview.
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