Actually, I hadn't heard these two failings, summed up so nicely before! 1) it resonates with the base, not the swing voters/independents and 2) all rhetoric no policy. I'm glad that she's not appealing to swing voters, because she shouldn't! She's very conservative. There is a wide, wide ocean between her and Hilary Clinton; I just HAD to point out a few of them. :D
I saw two cowboy-hatted poorly dressed (and matching) lesbians being visibly shunned by the rest of the white people. I wish I'd seen this!!! Not so much to see their performance of sexual orientation, but the Republicans' reactions to it. (Though I suspect a Democratic crowd wouldn't be much different.)
Several years ago, I took a trip to NYC with my boyfriend at the time, to visit his best friend from college. After four years in the closet at our conservative college, Dan had come out. It was totally awesome to see him wearing neon green shoes and just shining all over. I mean, he actually had a personality, which I had never detected at Miami. There were good reasons for not coming out--they burned crosses and sent hate mail to a gay/lesbian group while we were there in 2002. Oh, and during a night march against date rape, frats threw bear bottles into the crowd. It isn't as racist as some places I've seen--hell, the university sponsored the 1964 "Freedom Summer" training program--but NYC it is not.
Anyway, back to my point. We went to visit Daniel and one night we went to see a play in Jersey with him and some of his friends. I don't have a lot of gay/lesbian friends, and so I hadn't considered some of the practicalities of gay dating. We had dinner and my boyfriend was *completely* uncomfortable around them. At least, he was really quiet and not acting very social around Dan's friends. Not much happened at dinner, except that I was really impressed that Dan had found such a solid group to hang out with, so quickly after moving to NYC! (I kind of envied him that social network, I must say!) Then, as we were walking down the street, I watched one couple surrepitiously link their hands together, like they were having a silent conversation: Should we? Yeah, it's cool, no one's really looking. And I thought, really thought about it in practice for the first time *facepalm*, OMG, they have to *think* about this every time they go out? Maybe they don't HAVE to think about it, but when people look at you funny, I imagine it's pretty hard *not* to be aware that you're performing a sexual orientation. It was this moment of awakening to realize: I am the unmarked.
The weird thing about that trip was that I wasn't really dating my "boyfriend" at the time we took the trip together. We'd just broken up, but he'd bought my ticket and we'd planned the trip for ages. We got to Daniel's tiny apartment and we had two choices for sleeping arrangements: either I sleep with Brad, or he sleeps with Daniel. I thought about it for a second, and said to myself, how about a third choice? I sleep with Daniel and Brad can sleep by himself. However, I didn't mention this, cause I knew they'd wig out on me. I still think it would have been the most logical choice. In the end, yeah you guessed it, I got coerced into sleeping with Brad--but not sleeping with him. (Yet another option I don't think he'd considered.) After all the stuff that went down during that trip, I was confident in staying broken up with him.
Wow, I just wrote you a frakking dissertation. Don't think I have anything else to add, really. :D
Oh, I lie. It's awesome that you're 94% Obama on that quiz!
I saw two cowboy-hatted poorly dressed (and matching) lesbians being visibly shunned by the rest of the white people. I wish I'd seen this!!! Not so much to see their performance of sexual orientation, but the Republicans' reactions to it. (Though I suspect a Democratic crowd wouldn't be much different.)
Several years ago, I took a trip to NYC with my boyfriend at the time, to visit his best friend from college. After four years in the closet at our conservative college, Dan had come out. It was totally awesome to see him wearing neon green shoes and just shining all over. I mean, he actually had a personality, which I had never detected at Miami. There were good reasons for not coming out--they burned crosses and sent hate mail to a gay/lesbian group while we were there in 2002. Oh, and during a night march against date rape, frats threw bear bottles into the crowd. It isn't as racist as some places I've seen--hell, the university sponsored the 1964 "Freedom Summer" training program--but NYC it is not.
Anyway, back to my point. We went to visit Daniel and one night we went to see a play in Jersey with him and some of his friends. I don't have a lot of gay/lesbian friends, and so I hadn't considered some of the practicalities of gay dating. We had dinner and my boyfriend was *completely* uncomfortable around them. At least, he was really quiet and not acting very social around Dan's friends. Not much happened at dinner, except that I was really impressed that Dan had found such a solid group to hang out with, so quickly after moving to NYC! (I kind of envied him that social network, I must say!) Then, as we were walking down the street, I watched one couple surrepitiously link their hands together, like they were having a silent conversation: Should we? Yeah, it's cool, no one's really looking. And I thought, really thought about it in practice for the first time *facepalm*, OMG, they have to *think* about this every time they go out? Maybe they don't HAVE to think about it, but when people look at you funny, I imagine it's pretty hard *not* to be aware that you're performing a sexual orientation. It was this moment of awakening to realize: I am the unmarked.
The weird thing about that trip was that I wasn't really dating my "boyfriend" at the time we took the trip together. We'd just broken up, but he'd bought my ticket and we'd planned the trip for ages. We got to Daniel's tiny apartment and we had two choices for sleeping arrangements: either I sleep with Brad, or he sleeps with Daniel. I thought about it for a second, and said to myself, how about a third choice? I sleep with Daniel and Brad can sleep by himself. However, I didn't mention this, cause I knew they'd wig out on me. I still think it would have been the most logical choice. In the end, yeah you guessed it, I got coerced into sleeping with Brad--but not sleeping with him. (Yet another option I don't think he'd considered.) After all the stuff that went down during that trip, I was confident in staying broken up with him.
Wow, I just wrote you a frakking dissertation. Don't think I have anything else to add, really. :D
Oh, I lie. It's awesome that you're 94% Obama on that quiz!
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