No Sex and the City
I'll admit I'm a Johnny-Come-Lately when it comes to watching Sex and the City. I only started watching in the last year or so when it hit basic cable, because I'm too cheap to pay for any extended channel package.
Lately, I've been thinking about a Carrie-esque post about relationships and interpersonal dynamics.
I've notice that people, no matter how open-minded or free-spirited, can still practice the art of discrimination.
Example 1: A few weeks back, I got a hand delivered invitation to a Christmas party...exclusive Christmas party. Meaning, no gals (or very few) allowed. The host (hostess) is a performer at a drag bar in the Big City, by day (at church), he's "Charles", by night "Charlene". Charles skipped several lesbians sitting around me and didn't blink twice about handing out the invites to men only. I also have to fill out a Christmas Quiz and make a certain score in order to get inside the party. BIG DISCLAIMER: I don't think "Charles" meant any harm and this isn't an attack on him, I'm just making an observation.
Example 2: Saturday night at the work Christmas party, I felt very alone. Oh, I was there with friends and had a good time, but I saw most everyone coupled off with a significant other, and had the "oh str8 people...how boring" thought. Part of me wanted to be in the Big City at a church related party for people in their 20-30's. BIG DISCLAIMER: I'm not anti-str8 or bitter because of all the 'rights' they have that I don't have. I think it was because I'm not typically around a huge crowd of couples only.
Are we on the flip side of the coin just as guilty as all the bigots and closed minded morons out there?
Do we toss around words like str8-ies and breeders and not think twice, but if someone calls me a fag or twinkle-toes then it's not ok?
Is there really an art to writing cliches and corny puns, or does Candace Bushnell really have a gift?
*Cue music and W dancing around in his underwear to "Free Yourself".
===Misheard Lyric of the Day===
Song: Wind Beneath My Wings
Artist: Midler Bette
The real lyrics were: I can fly higher than an eagle...
But someone misheard them as: I can fly higher than a Negro...
posted by "W" @ 9:32 AM
4 comments
4 Comments:
Very interesting post, W! I have just spent a whole semester discussing much of what you expressed in your post: prejudice, stereotypes, bigotry, racism, sexism, etc. It seems to me that just about everyone, whether gay, straight, black, white, or other, has at least some prejudices/preconceptions/stereotypes about at least one group or individual -even people (like you, me, and many others who read our blogs)who live their lives trying very hard to avoid such things.
Seems to me that if people would just remember that "We are all citizens of one world...", there'd be a lot less trouble in this life (quote attributed to Johann Amos Comenius, btw).
For some strange reason I have never used those words like "breeder" before. I guess maybe it's because I lived that life for the first 27 years of mine. I do kind of get irritated when I hear it tho, not angry, just irritated. hm....
*shrugs*
Yeah, I saw the video of you dancing on youtube. Nice undies. A little tight in the front region though.
Not that that's a bad thing.
I understand the feeling you had being in a room full of couples. There is something about not only being a single individual amidst a sea of pairings, but also knowing that if you had shown up with a date/partner you would most likely be the fodder for stares, whispers, etc.
Ummmm, I've read A lil Candice Bushnell and I don't think what she has is what I would call a gift.
I'd call her publishing contract "dumb luck."
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