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Sometimes I Get Tired

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And so I have to copy other people’s blog posts. I GoogleShared this MOMocrats post about the assassination of Dr. George Tiller,  but some people subscribe to this blog and read it in a feed reader so they might not see what I share in my little sidebar thing. So go read the MOMocrats post and click on their links and shake your head and cry in frustration with me. It’ll be fun. Sort of.

I wish I had something pithy to say, but I’m just tired. I don’t understand hate in the name of Jesus, and I certainly don’t understand killing in His name. And I try not to let these things distance me further from my faith, but it’s so hard to tie myself to this kind of insanity. It’s difficult to feel that I have to qualify my faith with the old “I’m not that kind of Christian.” And to most Christians, I’m not Christian enough. And if I have to be anti-gay, anti-women’s rights, and pro-burning in hell, I don’t want to be Christian enough. Seriously. I’ll take it as a compliment that I’m not Enough. I think Jesus and I are a-ok even though I say “fuck” quite a lot. And I might even say, “Jesus H. Christ, let the gays get married cuz gay sex is hawt!” quite a lot. And I might even say, “When you try to get involved in reproductive rights, you make me want to have a fucking abortion just for spite,” even more. I don’t struggle with whether or not God gets pissed about that. I don’t struggle with feeling rejected by Him (anymore). I don’t struggle with feeling like I’m rejecting Him. And I don’t struggle with faith-based rejection on the part of His people (not really). I know where they’re coming from, but I think faith is like any relationship with the ups and downs and the love that feels a lot like hate and the hate that feels a lot like love. And then there’s bitterness and resentment and, after a time, forgiveness and healing. I mean, really, any long-term relationship goes through those stages, but it doesn’t mean the relationship ends. It might look like it’s ended to others, but they don’t know. They don’t know and then they go and shoot people.

I wish I weren’t too tired to clean this post up for you, but it’s all rainy and we were supposed to go creeking today and now we can’t and the news is depressing and I don’t have any chocolate in the house and I probably need more coffee and another green smoothie. I ran, but it sucked and there was a dead mouse on the trail and that was gross. Why would God let me almost step on a dead mouse? Probably because He hates me right now, but we’ll work it out. Anyway, don’t shoot people because it makes my blog suck.

One-A-Day Teen (Sexist) Advantage Vitamins! Yay!

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One A Day wants to teach your teen daughter what should really be important to her: her skin! Not yucky muscles! Only gross girls have muscles! Ew! How about your teen son? What should be important to him? His muscles of course! He wouldn’t want to be called a wimp! He needn’t worry about his skin; that’s for the gay boys. (Fine, the ad does not imply homophobia, however, it’s still a put-you-in-a-box-sorted-by-gender kind of thing, which, as you know, I hate.)

We usually dvr everything we watch, so we very rarely see commercials these days. Thanks to our pre-dvr days and my distaste of gender- and race-based boxes and limitations and whatnot, Lena and Liberty are very marketing savvy and when they were much younger, they would regularly lament the lack of girls in a Matchbox commercial or lack of boys in a My Little Pony commercial or whatever, which also led to discussions about the lack of people of color in advertising and how sometimes society’s views of what girls and boys should do and be is narrow-minded and makes people sad if they don’t fit with those stereotypes. Promoting these stereotypes also makes people less likely to stand up for people who are “different” by the media’s standards, which is supremely uncool. So a couple of days ago when we accidentally watched some live tv and had to suffer through the pain of 2 whole minutes of commercials, this One-A-Day for teens ad came on, and our household being the way it is, we all gasped and talked about it for the next 2 days. Good times.

I love that Lena, Liberty, and even Maya are sensitive to these things. When Liberty was about 7 she drew a picture of a black ninja. Her name was Saga and Liberty said, “I want to make a tv show about a black girl who is a ninja because there aren’t any and what if they think they can’t be a ninja?” And I think that’s compassionate. Pointing out injustices in the media makes them sensitive to injustice in general, which means they don’t bat an eye when somebody goes against the stereotypes and maybe they even feel like they could stand up for somebody who is being ridiculed for going against “normal.” They don’t shame a little boy for playing with My Little Ponies, they don’t shame a little girl for playing with Matchbox cars. They are more open-minded than most adults and it makes me proud.

Recently, we’ve been having conversations about how blonds are portrayed on tv. They’re either “mean or dumb” according to the girls, with the exception of Maddie on Suite Life of Zack and Cody. They see these portrayals and because they know that those stereotypes are wrong and narrow-minded they don’t internalize the messages, which I think might be the biggest benefit of teaching them about these things. Instead of seeing those images and saying, “That’s how I’m supposed to be; what’s wrong with me that I don’t feel that way?” They say, “Whoever wrote that is closed-minded and I’m going to write something better.” And that’s how the world changes. That’s right, I just said my kids are going to change the world. Who’s  with me?

By the way, Lena, Liberty, and Maya came up with a perfect solution for One-A-Day: Why not have One-A-Day Teen: Skin Care Formula, One-A-Day Teen: Strength Building Formula, One-A-Day Teen: Brain-Boosting Formula, etc. with gender-neutral colors on the packaging? PR people, are you listening? They’re not even 10 and they’re smarter than you.

I Love Ted Haggard

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I’m glad Ted Haggard is in the news again because I like to say to people who fear the gays, “Can you see what homophobia does to people? It ruins them and it ruins lots of other people that you didn’t intend for your homophobia to ruin. Meanies! Stop being mean!”

If Ted Haggard (and his abuser) had been allowed to embrace his sexuality without fear, if he had been allowed to be who he was born to be (no, I don’t buy his assertion that the abuse made him do gay stuff when he turned 50. I believe he is gay and that’s why he likes to have sex with men), maybe he could have been the upstanding, thoughtful member of his community that he was meant to be as opposed to the shame-filled sexual predator with two lives: one as the respected pastor of a mega church with a lovely family, and the other as somebody who deceives his family and pays for gay sex and takes advantage of young men while condemning homosexuals for the lifestyle that he wishes he could lead. He’s gay, you guys. He pays for sex with men and that means something. Let me tell you, if I have money in my pocket, I spend it almost indiscriminately, but I would NOT pay those prices for something I did not love to do. So wouldn’t it be nice if he could just come out and come clean and get therapy for the abuse and begin to repair the damage that the deception and the homophobia has caused?

Ted Haggard was probably shunned and shamed as a little boy for not being exactly the same as the other little boys, and now he’s being shunned and shamed by his church family. He is still that little boy, struggling with his feelings and dealing with shame every single moment of every single day. And that is heartbreaking.

Here’s the lesson: Do you have a gay child? Do you know a gay child? Don’t blame it on his father. Don’t blame it on his mother. Don’t shame him into fitting into your idea of masculinity. Don’t talk about him all over your community as if he’s a freak that needs to be changed. Don’t be ignorant. Are you ignorant? Because it really sounds ignorant when you talk about a little boy with horror and disgust. Jesus wouldn’t like that.

Another lesson: Do you have a heterosexual child? Teach him to choose love over anger-breeding fear. Teach him that it’s ok to be gay. Teach him that it’s ok to be friends with kids who are gay. Teach him that it’s ok to stick up for kids who are being picked on for being gay. Teach your child about civil rights. Teach him that people who are gay are the same as people who aren’t gay. Jesus does not condone asshole-ishness. And hypocrites especially piss him off. Don’t teach your child to love Jesus and then teach him to hate certain people. Even if you think homosexuality is a choice, don’t hate people who choose different than you. That’s lame. Maybe if Ted Haggard had one little friend who stood up for him, he wouldn’t have had so much shame and wouldn’t have married and had 5 children and then ruined their lives with deception.

I wish I knew how to post a podcast on here because I would post This American Life episode 304: Heretics. Go listen to it. It’s free. And it might set you free. Listen to it. We could all use a little more Gospel of Inclusion in our lives.

I don’t think I said “shame” enough.

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