Over the last seven months, I’ve hit six European countries and talked to people from every corner of the globe. Seven out of ten times, the second or third question I get is: 'So, what do you think about Trump?'
For the most part, the conversations stay respectful and never turn ugly. But I’ve reached a point where I’m genuinely baffled by the collective need to give me an unsolicited 'State of the Union' address. I respect their opinions—everyone’s entitled to one—but honestly? I’m just not that deep into the political weeds.
Lately, I’ve started turning the tables. When they ask about my backyard, I ask about theirs: 'What about your president?' or 'How’s your country doing?'
The irony is usually instant. I get a 'they’re okay' or a 'I hate it' before the conversation dies. Meanwhile, they’ve got a 30-minute keynote prepared on the U.S. It turns out everyone is an expert on American politics, even if they can’t find five minutes of material on their own.