but this is one of those occasions where you really need to make sure you have all the facts. Seems someone’s been spreading libel about Spongebob promoting homosexuality. (But I haven’t actually watched the video myself, not having enough time to find it, so… it could all be a lie.)
In other news I’m learning that I’m the reason the Democrats will not ever take power again. At the museum we had a number of people from the numberous parties of last night, all these people with W buttons and little kids with buttons the size of their little fists depicting Bush’s head. I spent the entire day dealing with rude visitors, which isn’t anything new.
But, you know when the Yankees beat your team (or when the Red Sox beat Yankees if you’re a Yankees fan…though you tend to not care that much, cause, quite frankly, you’re a Yankees fan and you know it’s just a fluke), and the next day it seems like all these people being mean to you are wearing Yankees (or Sox) hats? It felt like that, only worse, because I’ve had too many (Republican) people in this area tell me that they don’t like me because I like girls, like, like girls, and too many (Republican) people tell me that because I believe it’s my right to choose to have a baby or not to have a baby I’m going to hell (even if I don’t believe in hell). And quite frankly, to me, that’s a lot worse than telling me that my baseball team sucks.
And the whole day, with people yelling, “I can’t hear a word your saying,” instead of saying, “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you,” or, “Could you please repeat that,” and people seeming to be even more stupid than normal (yes, I do admit that it really only SEEMED that way), it occurred to me that one of these huge-cross-wearing, Bush supporters could come in and say, “Y’know, that Hero sure was a great movie.” And I’d come up with a reason why they couldn’t POSsibly know what they’re talking about.
Because these things they are so against, they’re ME. These are things that I’ve done. Not things that I believe are important, but things that define who I am. And they are saying that I am wrong. That I am evil, that I should not be allowed. Yeah, now I’m appearing normal, but what the hell does that mean, that on the outside, because I’m getting married and acting all breeder-y, that suddenly I’m not who I’ve always been underneath?
And it is (truly) hard to remember that it isn’t all of them. It’s hard to remember that some people voted for Bush for other reasons, that some people believe that this thing in Iraq is being run properly, and not that God is going to watch over the country if he’s president.
But this thing, this belief that who I am is a bad person (and yes, y’know, it’s not just me, there are others who have a much bigger beef with all this, but as this is MY website, set up to let ME talk about myself — go Narcisist Jo — I’m telling you about why I personally had a problem) is making me mad. And it’s making me feel guilty. And it’s making me very intollerant of these people.
And so, I think I need to do something about it. But I’m at a loss. The only true conservative I can stand at all makes me want to hit him whenever he talks about these issues. But how do I convince myself that people who believe these things are not evil, and don’t think I’m evil? I mean, they’ve never even met me, or my gay friends.
Anyway, I feel like I don’t respect the portion of the country that voted Republican in this last election (because if you don’t accept me, well, you’re STUPID, I’m freaking AWESOME, also they don’t respect me and my decisions). And I feel as if I’m not the only one who doesn’t respect them, though this may only be because of the TV I watch and the friends I have. If you don’t respect the people you want to believe in you, you won’t have much luck.
That’s my little (or rather long) rant on today at work. I’m still hoping that at some point there will be a man (woman, ever? please?) that I actually want to have as my president, instead of just having someone I want to win, because I think the other man shouldn’t. That’s all.
