As God is my witness, I can’t comprehend who cares if a politician has “a relatable family.” I care what he’ll do for mine, not what his is like.
The need to see yourself reflected in everything and everybody reminds me of the people who can’t read a novel if they can’t see themselves in the characters. But this fixation on politicians’ families is even worse because it’s not even the politician himself who has to beam you back at yourself but his family, too.
This isn’t a minor point because people are beguiled by this utterly imaginary relatability and forget to demand that politicians actually do something for them.