You have no idea how ready I am for political ads to leave my television. At this point, it doesn't even matter who I'm voting for, I'm getting sick of both sides.
Maybe it's because this is the first year I've really cared about politics and the election.
Maybe it's because there are so many outside parties buying airtime.
Maybe it's because they incessantly talk about the same single issue, whether it's an entire platform or a single line from a news source that was printed five years ago.
I can't get away. I can try to DVR the show and watch later, in which case I can fast forward through the ads and practice my eye-hand coordination so I don't miss part of the show.
I could Hulu, but they seem to pop up there too. On Hulu, however, they don't just play the ad, they give you the option of three. They might as well offer me three walls to choose which to bang my head against for the next 30 seconds.
But the biggest problem, I've realized, isn't that they're everywhere, it's that I still care.
I'm still extremely interested in what they say when they're given a second of airtime.
I still read the promoted tweets that arrive unfollowed into my news feed.
While I don't necessarily open the emails, I still read the first line or two that appear in the inbox. (The emails, I'm afraid, will not stop. I'm still receiving messages from McCain.)
I'm looking forward to Nov. 6 in part because, for the first time in my life, I will have a solid vote, someone I genuinely want in office -- not someone who I know my parents would have voted for.
But, more and more, I'm also looking forward to this magical Tuesday because I will then be able to watch, read, listen to my media in peace.
At least for the next two years.