I couldn’t tell you why, but I’m feeling rather cross today. There’s absolutely no reason to be – it’s a nice day, I’ve done nice things, and I even had a blog topic in mind. But lo, those evil hormone things have riled up and started cackle-stabbing me repeatedly – mega sigh. But it definitely means that I’m going to need to put off the thing I wanted to mumble about until a day that I’m feeling a bit calmer and balanced, if only because it is kind of hot button, and I don’t want to accidentally rub anyone the wrong way when merely dissecting a social phenomenon. 🙂
So then, to the news, which is at total disappointment as of late. Most of what we’ve had here recently is Joss Stone murder plot this, pregnant newlywed Lily Allen as changed her name on Twitter that; it’s been pretty bland. Royal Ascot is also on this week, but as I don’t care for hats or horses, it’s somewhat lost on me. Okay sure, the entire world is getting hacked to bits, but… had to happen, I guess? I’m bemused at how many such high-profile events have been occurring in that realm as of late, and sometimes wonder if this is the opening valleys of World War 3. Not sincerely; it just strikes me as something whimsical to speculate upon, as if this were some horrible B-movie. Really, some of it strikes me as if it were a child throwing a tantrum, sort of like what’s happening to the poor city of Vancouver right now.
I’d say the one thing that’s happened this week that really hurts my brain is that not one, but two prominent lesbian bloggers have been outed as being… oh… American men. While I’m not rabidly foaming at the mouth like my dear Heatherbat (who would be guest blogging if she could keep the vitriol down, but I understand why she can’t), I am concerned as to why two heterosexual, privileged white males think they can tell the LGBT narrative better than those living it. Sure, it’s great that they are supportive of gay rights and lifestyles, but does that give them all access to show them how it’s done in getting the word across? No, no it doesn’t; the excuse that they are concerned their interest and support wouldn’t be taken seriously if they were honest about who they are does not hold water. I myself might’ve opted to live a heterosexual monogamous lifestyle (sorry ladies – you should’ve struck faster *winks*) with the 2.3 children and the white picket fence, I know that my gay friends would prefer me as I am – me. And I prefer them as they are – themselves. I can support and celebrate their choices and lifestyles and expand my world view, and well… I can show them that not everyone choosing to live a ‘normal’ life is an intolerant prick? Hrm… I guess if I do think about it, I get increasingly angry – I have a very strong policy against lying and liars, and rarely do I think there’s a good enough excuse for it. I have an even stronger policy against pretending to be what you’re not because it’s dangerous, so… save a few choice expletives for me, I guess!
Anyways, gonna go take my cranky butt and get other things done. Hopefully will be settled enough tomorrow to write about what I wanted to write about today. And y’know… have a good day.