The state of the world is… crazy. It’s like a dark Wonderland full of strife, passion, pain, and joy. There’s war happening and diseases taking lives, and it all looks kind of bleak – but the sense of change a’comin that holds firm in the air.
This is the stuff that weighs on my mind a lot recently.
For example, I’m a straight female, and the rulings against gay marraige technically don’t directly affect me.
Except that they do.
Three of the people I am closest to on this earth (and a number of other friends and acquaintences) are gay, and for the life of me I cannot see any good reason to deny them the same rights my fiancee and I have, just because between us we happen to be one man and one woman.
The Bible? Fine, if that’s what you believe, but I don’t remember America being a nation in which it’s mandated we all share the same religious beliefs. And pardon me for saying it, but I thought that was the point. If you believe the Bible to be the direct word of God, cool. You’re free to believe what you want – just the same as I am. And just the same as my gay friends should be.
I find the “sanctity of marriage” to be a ridiculous concept, thanks to what 2009+ years of straight marriage have done to it. Why people are trying to claim marriage is a universally revered thing is nonsense in a world with arranged marriages between nine year old girls and sixty year old men, and TV shows where strippers compete to marry a washed-up rock star. Not to mention, we’ve got so many cheaters and affairs we can’t even talk about them all. Some even make national headline news. If you asked me to name the most stable couple I know, I’d show you Bob and Gator. They’ve been together nine years (which is longer than my parents were married) and they’re simply a nice couple with a condo and pets.
I hope we can get to a place where I can tell my kids “When I was your age, homosexuals couldn’t get married,” and it’ll seem an unbelievable concept to them.
You cannot force your beliefs to become the beliefs of all.
As someone who grew up sans religion, I take the seperation of church and state very seriously.
Your belief in God should have no bearing on my female rights to control every part of my body, and to do what I choose with it. I include abortion in this. (I describe myself as pro-choice but not necessarily pro-abortion, and don’t even get me started on abortions after the first trimester. ) However, I am not going to call down those who disagree with me as sinners and bomb their houses, you know? I’m also not irrational enough to believe that I can make everyone on earth feel the same way. I mainly just want the ability to rule my own uterus, thanks. I’d like to pass some legislation that limits the testicles, and see how the predominantly-male Congress reacts to that. (Maybe I’ll even get a Bible quote to back up my stance.)
I don’t want to wake up in a world like that of young girls in the middle east getting their faces burned with acid just for trying to go to school. I’m not into fearmongering, but making it harder for women to get access to care for parts of her body harder strikes me as so incredibly sexist I’d like to go chuck copies of The Feminine Mystique at the heads of certain members of Congress. (I will forever hold that if men could get pregnant, abortion would not be an issue.)
As a woman, I feel at risk with current pending legislation.
As a friend of the gay community, I feel under attack by current legislation.
What’s someone with a uterus and gay friends to do?
I guess my best recourse is to stay informed. Informed about which candidates are making choices I believe in, and which elected officials are holding to their promises (Dear President Obama, I’m talking to you.) as well as supporting causes I believe in.
I feel bad for President Obama. When you’re put on a pedestal that high, you’re gonna have to come back down to earth. Faced with drama like the collapse of the banking system (which should have been addresses long before he got to power) it’s got to be rough trying to get your own plans going. I think, even if it’s misguided, he means well.
I wish this Democrat/Republican pissing contest could take a backseat to an actual conversation about the problems of the world, even for a few minutes.
I’d like to slap Carrie Prejean in the face.
I’d like to slap Perez Hilton in the face, too.
Ignorance goes both ways, and knows no sexual orientation.
I would like to believe we’re not raising a generation of narcissistic princesses and ignorant douchebags. However, if you watch MTV’s current shows Jersey Shore, Teen Mom, and Teen Cribs, holding out hope becomes trickier and trickier. Sex and fame and money are not what makes you special, and yet people in our “ME” society want attention so bad they’re willing to make utter asses of themselves to get it. (White House Crashers? Balloon Boys Parents? Jon and Kate? Lindsey Lohan?) Intelligence, Purpose, and Character are things worth striving for. Family, Friends, Love, Laughter… Those things will last you longer than botox, rehab, and TMZ exposure.
(This is what people aspire to?)
I’d like to see Athletes make less money – and teachers make more. I’m starting school for education in a few weeks, as I’ve recently realized the difference I can make in the world isn’t through theatre, but instead through literacy. Really, Kobe Bryant makes $40 million a year? And there are schools that can’t afford textbooks?
I want to leave something more behind than a life long quest to wind up in paparazzi photos and to obtain fifteen minutes of stupid fame. (Better to be Angelina Jolie than Spencer & Heidi, right?)
I used to be a celebrity gossip news surfer, which isn’t something I’m proud to admit.
Over the past year, I’ve given up on Perez Hilton and the snarky, mean-girl blogs I used to frequent and realized there’s more to the world than who from Twilight is shagging whom.
One of my new years resolutions is going to be to blog …better. Not necessarily more, but better.
I feel like quoting Bob Dylan – “The times, they are a’changin’.”
(Though I’ll let Bruce Springteen say it for me.)