AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: October 18, 2012 | COMMENTS: 6 Comments
So, like sixty five million other Americans on Tuesday night, I watched the presidential debate,
like sixty-five million other Americans, I heard Mitt Romney mention something about a binder full of women..(or women’s resumes for his cabinet…or something like that!)
I thought nothing of it. Neither did anyone else in our house. (There were four of us watching.)
Apparently, though, his binder full of women’s resumes has caused some to get their undies in a knot. I’m guessing all who pounced on the binder comment were waiting for Romney to say something they could twist…much in the same way that others were waiting for President Obama to say something that could be negatively spun. That’s how this political thing works.
That being said, the binder comment didn’t phase me for a very different reason. You see, I live with a Binder Guy. Sean has a binder for every major activity in his life. Trust me when I say that he single handedly keeps Avery Durable Binders in business. Our basement is full of them. Hopefully we own stock.
There are tax binders, goals binders and binders for every season of every sport he’s ever coached. My personal favorite is the infamous “CF” binder. That was the binder Sean created when I got pregnant after my fertility clinic fell asleep at the wheel. What does “CF” stand for? Well, it’s a secret. Sean said if anyone should ask, we’ll tell them it stands for “Caring Family”.
Having lived with Binder Guy for almost twenty years now, I’ve learned to appreciate Sean’s organizational method. A bit bulky, it is, but very efficient to say the least. When he needs to access information it’s always a flip of the page away. Yes, I’ve had to warn him not to stack them on the ottoman at home. If they tumbled over, they’d crush a small child. Other than that, it’s an admirable system. His binders indicate to me that he know’s his stuff. I find that attractive…dare I say sexy?
So, for those of you who got all ruffled about a binder full of women’s resumes, listen here. An organized man who gets stuff done…on time…with the all the information he needs right at his finger tips, is my kind of guy.
In fact, the only thing more attractive would be a man with a labelmaker.
A girl can dream…you know?
Suggestion to the presidential campaigns who are courting women voters…
Send your guy to the next debate with a label maker and a binder full of jobs. That ought to work. It’d definitely work for me!