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liptonrm_backupAm having an introspective evening. Not emo, just thinky.
Had lunch with the Mum. During said lunch we had a discussion about gay marriage which ended with her saying "I don't know why they just can't be happy that we're willing to let them have civil unions" and me trying very hard to not shove my fork down her throat. It's like there's this wall in her head and she can't see over it and can't be made to understand how hurtful, discriminatory, and WRONG that position is. Thank goodness that for as many people there are who think like her there are a growing number of people who don't. Because let's not forget, as goes Iowa, so goes the nation.
You know, I rarely think of myself as disabled. Of all of the mental readjustments I've had to make in the past few years that is one of the hardest. Generally I represent things, to myself and to the world at large, as being sick. But the thing about being sick is that you can get better, that there's something wrong with you that can be fixed. I'm not sick, nobody can fix me, this is who I am now, it's a part of me and it will continue to affect my life. Nothing to see here, move right along.
Went to church with the family on Easter. It was all pretty standard, including the lesson in Relief Society about how life can be hard but you should be joyful anyway. The very text-y subtext was that if you're not happy you're doing something wrong/not strong enough. Thankfully, Winchesters saved me from making a scene because I was this close to yelling at someone or sobbing my eyes out. So I thought about Sam&Dean instead and everything was better.
The moral of this story is ... you know, I don't know. Does it need a moral? Ummm, "fandom knows all" has a pretty good ring to it. Okay, then, the moral of this story is that Fandom Knows All. Because it totally does. =D
Had lunch with the Mum. During said lunch we had a discussion about gay marriage which ended with her saying "I don't know why they just can't be happy that we're willing to let them have civil unions" and me trying very hard to not shove my fork down her throat. It's like there's this wall in her head and she can't see over it and can't be made to understand how hurtful, discriminatory, and WRONG that position is. Thank goodness that for as many people there are who think like her there are a growing number of people who don't. Because let's not forget, as goes Iowa, so goes the nation.
You know, I rarely think of myself as disabled. Of all of the mental readjustments I've had to make in the past few years that is one of the hardest. Generally I represent things, to myself and to the world at large, as being sick. But the thing about being sick is that you can get better, that there's something wrong with you that can be fixed. I'm not sick, nobody can fix me, this is who I am now, it's a part of me and it will continue to affect my life. Nothing to see here, move right along.
Went to church with the family on Easter. It was all pretty standard, including the lesson in Relief Society about how life can be hard but you should be joyful anyway. The very text-y subtext was that if you're not happy you're doing something wrong/not strong enough. Thankfully, Winchesters saved me from making a scene because I was this close to yelling at someone or sobbing my eyes out. So I thought about Sam&Dean instead and everything was better.
The moral of this story is ... you know, I don't know. Does it need a moral? Ummm, "fandom knows all" has a pretty good ring to it. Okay, then, the moral of this story is that Fandom Knows All. Because it totally does. =D
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Date: 2009-04-15 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-15 07:14 am (UTC)Ah, my dear... I held a sermon back in February, referring to something Jesus said to His followers: "In the world you are afraid, but see, I have overcome the world" (my own translation). The main focus is "you are afraid", not "you "should not be afraid", or anything else. After the Sunday Service, a woman came to me. She's a - very nice - single mom of two very difficult kids, and her life is a constant struggle. She asked me wide-eyed: "So you think it's actually okay to be afraid?"
For heaven's sake. *headdesk* What on earth does the church teach people?
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Date: 2009-04-15 12:09 pm (UTC)But I digress. If I read this post carefully, I see that its point is that Fandom Knows All. Which I think is as good a starting point as any.
I must try to remember it as I go forth into what I'm sure is going to be a particularly annoying day. The war between Claire and Pamela has escalated, pulling Ken and me in. Meeting this morning will be sure to be uncomfortable and traumatic. Also, I'd like to put on some record that I bet Claire arrives at work today wearing a suit. It's her standard "I'm important and powerful" move.