The conversation sidebar on Facebook is my downfall. I'm a total eavesdropper. I love looking at the conversations others are having. But every so often, I see a conversation I want to participate in and that's just not cool. Argh. It kills me.
Today, I happened on just such a conversation. An acquaintance was commenting on the post of someone I've never actually met, but have heard about through others. The not-stranger was decrying Gingrich's recent glitter-bombing by someone who believes everyone should have the right to get married.
(I'm not calling it "gay marriage". When a gay person shops, it isn't called "gay shopping." When the same person parks their car, it's not "gay parking." It's marriage, plain and simple. Giving it an alternate title perpetrates this myth that it is somehow different or alien.)
The conversation was the typical disagreement that happens when two people on opposite sides of this issue go head to head. Except, Not-stranger was asserting that it was unkind. She disagreed because she didn't believe in doing to others what she wouldn't want done to her.
You know, except denying people the right to marry.
Bitch, please.
When my acquaintance asked her if she'd like it if she were told she couldn't adopt, Not Stranger says, and I am paraphrasing:
"Well that wouldn't happen to me, so it's not a good comparison. And also, I've let my beliefs make me lazy and stupid and just a little bit hypocritical."
I deduced the last part. She didn't actually say it, but it was there, trust me.
Must be nice to be assured that no one will ever try to take away your children. Must be nice to know your marriage is in no danger of being invalidated. Must be nice to rest in a safe world where no bad (or glitter) can touch you. Must be nice, but it makes me think you don't have the right to dictate who can get married and who can't. If you're making decisions like that for the entire state, you ought to have to feel the anger and frustration that your decisions inflict on others. And if that means getting a face full of glitter, then you got off lightly, my friend.
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This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, sported (at different times in his life) a permed mullet and a bleached platinum spike job. Weird and wonderful, just the was I like 'em.
Drama Queen: My seventeen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The seven year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a little girl's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our five year old son, who is no longer redheaded but still retains the 'tude. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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3 comments:
Wow. Just wow. I immediately knew who you were talking about, and went to go see the conversation. Holy fuck. That bitch (who friended me because her kid is in my kid's class) is so completely intolerant it boggles my mind. And she consorts with her "people".
My fingers hurt from how hard I typed that, and my mouth is bleeding from biting my tongue when I went to respond to the thread. Gads. Some straights just don't get it, and it saddens me that not only are she and her friends completely closed-minded, but they think they aren't!!!!
I was going to write, "I didn't hit a dyke in the face when she bought me a drink, see how accepting I am?" but then I stopped. But still had to write it, so I came here.
Thanks for being my pretend Facebook.
Grrrr.
You know, I was just majorly impressed with how gracious Maddie was while responding to that foolishness. I have such admiration for her ability to withstand ignorance and prejudice, yet remained committed to peaceful, respectful discourse. I'd have smacked a bitch.
Can't stand this topic - I find it offensive anyone in the world would say someone else can't marry the person they love. It's hard enough to find that one person and to make it through everything life can throw at you with your relationship still intact.
In my little part of the world, I've heard of cheating husbands, cheating wives, couples who swap, abuse, and other horrible things... and they're all heterosexual marriages. One of my oldest friends has been with her wife for 22 years, and having watched her survive childhood cancer, I would not begrudge her that relationship, and if I feel that way, I endorse marriage for all.
The Oldest has a friend who has two moms, who adopted their daughter from China. When he was in second grade and asked why she had two mommies, it was because he'd overheard another parent at soccer mouthing off, much like this b#$%8 has done on FB. My explanation? "Which is better for a kid? To have two moms who both love her, who go to all her events, and gave her a family? Or should she only be able to be in a family with a mom and dad, even if the dad drinks and has girlfriends and never comes to anything and the mom drinks and hits your friend?" Smart kid - he said the first option was better.
There is a simple way around this. Do what most royals do - you can have a church ceremony, but you must have a civil wedding. I'm not going to step on your religion for not endorsing church ceremonies between same-sex partners, but civil marriages would be the only legal way to have your marriage recognized, and would be available for all.
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