I’m ranting, but ranting from the purest love in my heart. If my rant helps even one person feel better about themselves or changes the view of one person, then it was worth throwing a very public fit with no makeup, unbrushed hair, etc…
Everyone on TV, in movies and magazines tells you that you need to be better. Screw them. You are beautiful as you are.
I love you guys and just want all of you to be happy and healthy!
PS: I know there are other sub-plots to the movie like skinny girls are insecure too, etc… I’m just covering the main idea of the movie I’m about to throw down on, but don’t worry, I didn’t miss the other subtexts that zoomed by in the blink of an eye.
Seriously, I’ve tried to write this post 50 times and keep deleting it.
I’m trying to be delicate and inoffensive (which, I know, is rare!).
But I’m just going to say it.
If you don’t like it, don’t look at it.
If you don’t like it, don’t go to their parties.
If you don’t like it, don’t invite them over for Sunday dinner.
If you don’t like it, tough noogies.
I can GUARANTEE that no matter what kind of clean-living life you think you lead (and by you, I mean everyone on earth), there is someone on this planet who despises your faith, your politics, your sexuality, the color of your skin, etc…
It is sad that people hate so quickly and easily for something as little as where someone else sticks their dick.
Who the hell cares?
All of us have done or do things that others wouldn’t approve of, but we don’t want to be judged.
So, here’s an idea, don’t judge others either.
There will always be people you don’t like. I can name a few off the top of my head that I’d like to see eaten by prairie dogs. But it’s not because of who they sleep with, what church they attend, how much or little melanin they have in their skin.
If I hate a mother fucker it’s because they treat people like shit. It’s a personal kind of dislike that is rooted totally in the fact that that person makes a conscious effort to ruin other people’s lives in a direct, person-to-person way.
A transgender couple in Alabama is not mean to me, therefore I hope they are happy and live wonderful lives.
A biracial couple raising biracial kids in Washington is not mean to me, therefore I hope they are happy and live wonderful lives.
A gay couple getting married because they are in love is not being mean to me, therefore I hope they too are happy and live wonderful lives.
What I can never understand is why people latch onto things that they personally think are unacceptable because they fall outside of their own view of the world, and then choose to rail on about how bad, evil, against God, unnatural, blah blah blah those ways of life are.
Honest to God, one of the best things anyone can do both for society and for themselves is learn that a world full of happy, loving, tolerant, non-judgmental people, who spend their time doing things to BETTER the world rather than spitting venom into it, is a better world in which everyone can find their bit of joy.
I remember once being preached at by someone about how gays are ruining the world. Meanwhile, this person was married and having not one, but two, affairs.
Hmmm…I think that those without sin should chuck that first rock. The hypocrisy about killed me. But then everyone can find ways to defend their own lifestyle choices, while condemning others’ right to make their own.
My mantra is this: Wake up. Hurt no one. Go to sleep. Wake up. Repeat.
To me, and only to me as everyone is allowed their own opinion, that is the way to lead a truly happy life.
I don’t worry about who fucks who.
I don’t worry about who prays to what God.
All I care about is that we are kind to each other and try to create a world where our children will grow into happy, healthy adults where the word “tolerance” isn’t even a part of their vocabulary because allowing someone to live a life different from their own isn’t “tolerating” anything. It’s just how it is and all’s good.
I know there may be people who read this and say that I’m trying to choke my own thoughts down their throat so aren’t I a big ole fucking hypocrite? Well, if me sharing that I want people to live wonderful, judgment-free lives where differences aren’t only tolerated but celebrated, then I’m okay being labeled a hypocrite.
I hear all the time from people defending their right to hate somebody that “MY God doesn’t approve of that,” when it comes to the way some people choose to live their lives.
Well, let me just say this. My God is loving. My God sacrificed his Son for our sins. My God judges lives when you walk though the Pearly Gates–so that means you don’t have to do His job for Him.
When it all comes down in the end…when you look back on your life…do you want it to be full of antagonism, prejudice, hate, intolerance and judgment?
Or do you want to look back and say, “I did my best to create a good life, bring people around me joy, and now I can die knowing I did the best I could.”?
I vote for the second option.
In those last moments will you think about all the people you hated or will you think about the love you’ve been blessed enough to know?
If the answer is “the love” then why wait until your final moments? Why not live that life now?
But better people than me have written about such things, and so here are words from a very wise person about The End.
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come.
The rusty wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it’s day again. The sun is in the East Even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you’ll never hear their voices And you’ll never see their faces You have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end.