Hiding unwillingly in the wealth-soaked liberalness of Palo Alto, I've somehow spotted that age is this crucial entity in determining the for-granted. This really is, truly, a fucking weird city.

Read the housing section - not a house under a million dollars. Then look at the bumper stickers on the cars - all the cars are Benzes, Beamers, and Lexus' - yet they all have anti-Bush bumper stickers. Look around.

White teenage Abercrombie-donning girls talk on razor-thin Sanyo phones in one hand, the other behind the leather steering-wheel of a newly purchased 3-series convertible. Her mid-40's mom is at the tanning salon reading Hillary's "Living History", having just put in a generous donation in the mail to help starving Somalian children - her 2nd house is on the market for 3.2 million. It's a new breed of democrat: the powercrat.

Hypocrisy lies in the dichotomy between ideology and action. Justification never seems to join the former and latter. But does it always have to?