My dreams lately have been of the dead. Earlier this week, I was accompanied by the pet dog with whom I spent most of my formative years as I settled into a dorm room (renovated to the state of something I wouldn’t mind having as a studio apartment) at my undergraduate alma mater. Last night, I went on a very strange mountain hiking trip through varying light and dark, eventually meeting my father at a stop along the way.
In an unsurprising trajectory, the funk into which I’d been slowly slipping over the past week or so culminated in a neurotic existential panic a few days ago, at which point I took a few days off from life (excepting my employment obligations), avoided whatever social interaction I could and indulged my menu-reading habit. It’s a thing that I do, reading online restaurant menus in the same way that you picture a drugged-up fifty-something housewife in bunny slippers with pink rollers in her hair compulsively watching QVC. It’s worse than porn. Porn, at least, wants to give its viewer a good end. My menu-reading habit is just torturing myself with food that I’m not actually going to eat and from which I really can’t get any vicarious enjoyment. There is zero satisfaction involved. It’s a problem.
So anyways, it was a few days of not accomplishing much of anything. Until, that is, I started cleaning out the apartment. I find that cleaning — going through everything, throwing out what I can, reorganizing what remains — helps to set my mind straight when things get stuck in a rut. And I figure that as I will inevitably be moving when I graduate in less than a year and will also inevitably be extremely busy with school and work, why not start the process now?
In other news, the Chick-fil-A cluck-up continues to be frustrating. Another sum-up essay that I found is probably the last that I’m going to use someone else’s words to say on the subject, but no guarantees:
“The narrative was framed as, Dan Cathy is asked how he feels about gay marriage and gives his honest response. When he expressed his opinion, gay rights activists got angry and decided to boycott his business. [. . .] It’s not about Dan Cathy’s opinion – which I do not give a flying fuck about – it’s about the fact that Chick-Fil-A donated over $5 million to anti-gay hate groups. Hate groups which have been listed next to the KKK, hate groups which try to cure gay people like it’s a disease, and hate groups that have disseminated information claiming that gay people are pedophiles. [. . .] But no, the national media went with the “freedom of speech vs. mean gay people trying to silence them” narrative because it was shiny and pretty.”
It’s also reached the point where people are sick of hearing about it, which is the dangerous time. “Ugh, I can’t believe that we still have a problem. Clearly, what we should do is proceed to ignore the problem because we don’t want to deal with it anymore and we also have the attention spans of fleas.” Which isn’t to say that I don’t understand issue fatigue — the picture of a woman holding a sign reading “I can’t believe I still have to protest this shit” comes to mind. It really is wearing. But there are different sides of being tired of an issue. There are those who can get tired of an issue and just let it drop. Then there are those who can get tired of an issue and still have it impact their lives whether they want it to or not. Going back to the previously linked essay:
“Which brings us to the last kind of people who decided to wade into the Chick-Fil-A debate for no other reason than the fact that they own a computer and can read. [. . .] These are the righteous people who take it upon themselves to be the peacekeepers and try to reconcile what they see as simply two sides who can’t seem to come to an agreement.
And I’d like to thank them.
Thank you, straight person who is completely unaffected by anything Exodus International, Focus on the Family, or the National Organization for Marriage will ever do. Thank you for reminding me that gay rights and LGBT acceptance is, for most of America, just a “hot-button” issue that causes controversy and is better to be avoided all together. I don’t think that’s a privilege enjoyed solely by non-LGBT people at all!
Except that it is.”
Making less of a splash than Chick-fil-A, Amway has also been making some minor headlines, with news that
“Doug DeVos the owner and CEO of Amway had given $500,000 to a known hate group, the National Organization for Marriage (NOM)”. The linked article also includes a list of Amway’s subsidiary businesses, for those interested in no longer sending any of their money that way.
Something disturbing that had caught my attention a few days ago through a Science Daily article has also been getting more mainstream press, as there has been a report released that details dangerous experimentation on pregnant women and their fetuses that has been aimed as decreasing “behavioral masculinization” in the resulting babies — i.e., reducing the propensity toward lesbianism, bisexuality, intersexuality and just females with general masculine tendencies. While there is an actual harmful condition (congenital adrenal hyperplasia) for which the off-label synthetic steroid is supposedly aiming to treat, the drug must be administered before the doctors even know if the fetus is of the target type for the condition — only one in eight of those exposed is even in the at-risk group. And that’s not even touching the horrifying, are-you-sure-this-is-right-now-in-the-United-States-and-not-some-dystopian-sci-fi-story aspect of shooting drugs into a fetus to attempt to “normalize” it into mainstream social acceptance.