Before I became arts & life editor, I was the assistant editor to former arts & life editor Craig Willert.
If anyone knows anything about being an assistant editor of a newspaper, they’d understand that being an assistant literally means being with the editor in the newsroom for excessive amounts of time. This is where our love for one another started. There was the awkwardness of him trying to teach me how to format photos for InDesign. Since then, I’ve never seen him as polite and serious with me.
Six months later, I’m the editor of the arts & life section, and he stands as a ghost editor on The Carroll News staff. He’s on the verge of graduation and probably the only guy I’ve met who has so many similarities with my older brother. Honestly, with each new similarity I find, I become more creeped out.
However, among other things, I must mention a source of hate for one another: politics. Craig is a liberal. I, on the other hand, come from a different side of the political spectrum, the “right” side.
The two of us rarely find common ground on anything we discuss involving politics or divided issues in general.
This makes any communication about issues impossible, as we usually end up heated and frustrated because we can’t convince one another why our reasoning is 100 percent the way to be.
If we were married, we would be James Carville and Mary Matalin, the political pundits that come from the far right and the far left.
Matalin is well-known for her work with the Republican Party; Carville gained national attention for his work as the lead strategist of the successful presidential campaign of Bill Clinton.
How they are compatible in marriage is beyond me. That’s just the basis of our love/hate relationship.
I mention Pres. Bush, Craig has a heart attack. He compliments Obama’s latest liberal policy accomplishment, and I’m “red” with rage.
We always joke about what would happen if I took Craig home to my parents. I’m guessing it would result in something similar to the Civil War.
But our differences don’t stop there. I’m a Cavs fan, and Craig’s a Chicago Bulls fan. I like BCBG and Craig likes Billabong. He listens to Angels & Airwaves and listening to them makes me want to stick forks in my ears. I like where my GPA’s at, and he’s more worried about where his next BLT (or any other meal for that matter) is coming from.
You’re probably asking yourself, “How do you and Craig even get along?” Well, we do … sometimes.
Craig and I really just focus on our similarities, which include, but are not limited to: Thetas, Iran’s nuclear vision, and Matt Sikora.
If Craig wasn’t a raging Democrat, I might consider going on a date with him. Actually, no, there are still all of those brother similarities – eww.
Still, although I’m sure we’d never have the marriage type of future, we’ll always have our intense hate for one another in politics.
But at heart, he’ll always be the Carville to my Matalin.