The other day, one of my friend's "Updates" on Facebook after the election read: "(Friend's name here) is good job America, EXCEPT for CA. WTF!?!??!?!"
In case your not a Facebook fantatic, these updates are just little blurbs that you can change any time to update your peeps of what you're doing. "Byron is brushing his teeth to Metallica." or " Byron is writing his grocery list in his underwear." You know, just another way to not be alone in this big old Cyber World.
Anyway, people can also comment on your Facebook status. So underneath this aforementioned friend's update was a comment from someone I don't know at all and apparently one of his "friends" that read: "Ha. Ha. No Gay Weddings!!!"
I know. Right?
Now, I've been real good about Proposition 8 on here. My soap box has remained with the other boxes I keep in my closet. I haven't told anyone that I've occasionally stomp around my apartment after reading another article on the update of Proposition 8. I haven't mentioned to a soul that I may or may have not screamed on the top of my lungs when seeing a Youtube video of people protesting the rights of gays to marry. I also have not peeped a word to anyone that if I ever came across someone who either voted "Yes" to Prop 8 or someone who agreed with its assaulting concept I would take them down right then and there. Which, unfortunately this douchebag on Facebook was implying. Which, unfortunately, got the wrath of Byron's pent up aggression.
ME: " Um. 'Ha Ha'? Kinda not funny at all." I wrote innocently as a comment back. Truth be told, I didn't even know how old this guy was. I know nothing about him except his Douchebagness.
Douchebag: "The ban has a purpose. Gay marriage is a slippery slope to collapse of civilization and is immoral. Jew marriage is no different than black marriage or Irish marriage. Gay marriage is a monstrosity."
ME: (Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.) ( I didn't respond right away.)
Douchebag: "Sanity is marriage between a man and a woman, and society should not be forced to accept an altering of that definition."
ME: "Is this a joke... can someone I know have a friend that is this ignorant?"
Douchebag: "I have no problem with people that are gay for their life choices, but redefining marriage is wrong. That is my statement. there is nothing bigoted about that."
And then I wrote something that, after I stopped typing, I reread and was sincerely proud of. It went something like: "Progress comes from reevaluating the way we view things in 2008 based on things that were established in 1808. It would be the first step of many steps... seeing what a joke it is to try to live by standards that were set up in a time when standards were quite different. It's like... it's like using a Mac that has OS 9 with a brand spanking new ipod that obviously will not work with OS 9... so why are you going to keep trying to force that ipod on OS 9 when OS 9 (totally a perfect operating system to work on at one time in history) is out of date and just won't work for new ipods... and there is nothing wrong with that... having to upgrade to a better way of working OR evolving to make things better... easier... functional..."
That's what we have to do. Evolve. Otherwise we might as well still be going to the bathroom in the woods and using candle light to try to read and stick to having just white men as presidents and keeping certain water fountains for certain races and women should only cook and marriages should still be arranged. And you should only be able to get married once. And you should only be able to marry in a church and not on some sexy beach. Everything else should stay the same because, clearly, it was established way back when and worked for those people then should just have to work for us now."
But that's not the case for all that other stuff... so why is it a case for us and our life choices?
But I didn't say anything. Instead I let the guy Facebook his this little heart out with out response. I mean, really, I already felt passive aggressive arguing with a guy I didn't know on a computer.
Because in the end, really, I don't need ANY of you to vote for me to be able to be with the one I would want to be with. Legal or not, I'm going to do what I believe is right for me.
Proposition Hate, whoops, I mean Proposition 8 or not.