Over the past couple of months, I had been seeing and hearing a ton of hype for the Census. It started with those weird TV commercials, then I heard Brian Lehrer do an entire show devoted to it on WNYC. Then, most recently, I got a pre-Census letter in the mail imploring me to do my civic duty and fill out the survey when it came.
After all this, and as nerdy as it sounds, I was actually kind of excited when I saw the real-deal Census survey in the mail yesterday. I took it inside and opened it up, ready to bear my soul to the Census Bureau while Michael prepped our taco dinner. Much to my dismay, they really didn’t seem to care about our lives all that much. The Census basically asked how many people lived in our apartment, our relationship status, and whether we rented or owned. As far as personal specifics, all it asked for were names, ages/birthdays, and our race.
I thought the Census was going to be way more fun. Where were the questions about my likes and dislikes? My favorite food? My idea of a perfect Friday night? I think people would be way more inclined to fill out the survey if it read more like a Cosmo quiz.
In all seriousness, though, there was so much talk about how the Census would affect funding allocations for different areas, but how is that possible when there aren’t even any questions about income? Maybe I should have listened to that whole Brian Lehrer segment. Regardless, I did my part and feel pretty good about it. Do I get a prize for mailing it back? A free subscription to Cosmo, maybe?