So, racism is a thing. So, is feminism, and heterosexism, and sexism, and Marxism, and ...
Well.. you get the idea. There are a lot of isms.
And if Wikipedia is to be believed, "ism" is a neutral connotation.
And then, there's homophobia.
The noun used for distinctions between "gay" (consider it an umbrella for the moment, will you?) and "straight" (same here.. ) is fear.
I'm being a bit simplistic today. But frankly, lately, I think people need to think in more simplistic terms and learn to respect the commonalities amongst us all in this society rather than pick us apart because of the differences between us as individuals. (And I do know there are more fancy terms with phobia in it to describe a bit of what's up there, like xenophobia, but you don't here "xenophobia" bandied about as a term a much as you hear "racism".)
If we think in more simple terms, perhaps we can begin to realize that something we hold so dear might really be in direct conflict and contradiction with other things we hold dear. And maybe find a way to reconcile them.
I've done a bad bad thing lately. I've been flinging the words "alternative facts" at others.
And I've been doing a lot of reminding to people that the world was once flat.
But I have been drawing a lot of analogies about an area I really don't know that much about. I really don't. But I do know about being human. And while I might not think I have been born in the wrong body, I can respect that others might. While I might not have been born straight, I can respect that others might have been. While I will probably never have to be in a position of having to choose whether to have an abortion myself, I can respect for those who consider it that it is a hard choice, and that it is not mine to make.
What is mine to make is to provide them the opportunities to have a true and safe choice.
You people make choices and live lives every day that are different than what I might choose or how my life might be. As long as you aren't out harming me, carry on.
If you need my help, and I am able, I'll gladly give it. And I'll do my best to stay out of your way and not hamper your journey. I might not always be successful, but I ask you to do the same for me.
I went down the Twitter rabbit hole last night. And I haven't yet quite found my way out.
Forgive me.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
And this, happened, too...
So, not only do I believe women aren't human, but I'm also responsible for the demise of the human race. I guess it's good that women aren't a part of that.
*scratches head*
Women aren't human beings
Apparently I said that. Sounds like me, doesn't it?
I have been away from my blog for far too long, but I must admit there's either way too much to write, or it's too hard to write about what is going on in our society.
I will endeavour to return, because it appears, I clearly have a few things to say.
Ivan Coyote is a very sweet, attractive person who prefers to have the pronoun "they" used to describe themselves. I admit, I sometimes trip over the pronouns myself, but since I often use the plural when I'm not sure of someone's gender such as someone I haven't met who has a name associated with either gender, or a name from a culture that I am not familiar enough to know what pronoun would be appropriate.
Isn't it helpful, frankly, when someone expresses their preferences?
I really like broccoli. I'm not fond of peas, so if I come over to visit you for dinner and you're going to have some hot green vegetable, wouldn't it be nicer if you knew what I liked and what I didn't?
Isn't that part of being a polite society that considers others?
Obviously broccoli and peas are simplifying things, but that's in many ways my point. Respecting others preferences - when they don't harm others - whether trivial or major is kind of a part of being part of polite society.
Oh, but I forget. We are no longer part of a polite society. I want to forget that. I would like us to be a polite society. Not to the harm of ourselves or others, but to the benefit of us all. Silly idea.
So, when I suggest instead of needing to place someone into a box of your choosing, we just accept the person as they are, and respect them as a human being, I am suddenly guilty of deciding that women are not human.
Who knew it was that easy?
I have been away from my blog for far too long, but I must admit there's either way too much to write, or it's too hard to write about what is going on in our society.
I will endeavour to return, because it appears, I clearly have a few things to say.
Ivan Coyote is a very sweet, attractive person who prefers to have the pronoun "they" used to describe themselves. I admit, I sometimes trip over the pronouns myself, but since I often use the plural when I'm not sure of someone's gender such as someone I haven't met who has a name associated with either gender, or a name from a culture that I am not familiar enough to know what pronoun would be appropriate.
Isn't it helpful, frankly, when someone expresses their preferences?
I really like broccoli. I'm not fond of peas, so if I come over to visit you for dinner and you're going to have some hot green vegetable, wouldn't it be nicer if you knew what I liked and what I didn't?
Isn't that part of being a polite society that considers others?
Obviously broccoli and peas are simplifying things, but that's in many ways my point. Respecting others preferences - when they don't harm others - whether trivial or major is kind of a part of being part of polite society.
Oh, but I forget. We are no longer part of a polite society. I want to forget that. I would like us to be a polite society. Not to the harm of ourselves or others, but to the benefit of us all. Silly idea.
So, when I suggest instead of needing to place someone into a box of your choosing, we just accept the person as they are, and respect them as a human being, I am suddenly guilty of deciding that women are not human.
Who knew it was that easy?
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