Over the weekend, Katie and I went to a dinner party some friends of hers were throwing. The couple hosting the dinner were indie hip (she's an anthropologist, he's a chef), and their apartment was decked out in the style you'd imagine. Above the dinning room table were READ posters from the early 90s featuring the likes of Michael Keaton and Michael J. Fox (jog your memory here). Their prominent bookshelves held titles like Ayn Rand and Hunter S. Thompson, with a copy of Fast Food Nation thrown in for good measure.

While eating, Jenny tells us how she'd gotten lost the day before and ended up at 16th and Kedzie. "I meant to go to 16th and Michigan. Very different." She furrows her brow, a bit embarrassed. "I actually put the locks down on my car doors. I felt a little guilty about that."

"That's the definition of liberal," Logan says, taking a sip of his wine. "Feeling a little guilty about locking your doors when driving through a bad neighborhood."

Katie clarifies the statement. "It's like, I'm not saying I'm better than you by locking my doors, I'm just saying I'm scared of you."

Everyone at the table seconds that and nods in agreement.

Watch out old school left wingers, here we come!