There are two friends I have on Facebook. We'll call them Johnny Apples and Freddy McDougal. I recently met and Facebook friended someone with the same first name as Johnny Apples and the same last name as Freddy McDougal. His name is Johnny McDougal, and Johnny McDougal just happens to be gay, while Johnny Apples and Freddy McDougal are so hetero it's a crime. On a recent 3 hour YouTube rampage ending in my basically subconscious perusing of facebook, I came across Johnny McDougal's status: "Johnny McDougal is reading Eclipse." It was late, mind you, and when I read 'Johnny McDougal', my mind led me to believe it was one of my dangerously straight friends Johnny Apples or Freddy McDougal. So ALL IN JEST, mind you, I commented, "Fag." If it had been Mr. Apples or Freddy, it would have been funny. A joke. They would have laughed. But no. It was the homosexual acquaintance of mine, and once I realized this 5 minutes later, it was no longer funny. It's a little funny when I think about it, but Johnny McDougal probably didn't think so. I deleted it immediately, but he still got the notification e-mail with my name burned into the heading, and that single word...just hanging out, not aware of the unintentional bruising it would inflict.
I am in no way a gay basher. I'm all for gay marriage rights, and just gay rights in general. I live in the gay/lesbian capital of San Diego, and the majority of my neighbors are gay, except that nice Catholic family next door. I grew up around them and have a lot of friends that are gay. Yet, my friends and I still call each other fags and use the word 'gay' as a synonym for stupid. I don't do it around those who would get offended, and I honestly don't feel bad when I call something 'gay' instead of 'dumb' or 'retarded' (which is also kind of a bad habit). It's probably just because of my age, and the fact that I'd feel stupid saying 'that is unjust' instead of 'ehmygahhd that's seeooooo gehhh'. Point is, why do we say things that we know aren't really okay to say? Words have consequences, and maybe one day I'll understand what it's like to have my lifestyle become a synonym for stupid.
On a lighter note, I made my first expedition into Bebe Sport a few days ago. And let me tell you...the employees have nooo idea how big of a joke that store is. Honestly, I'd like to know who wears gold spandex to the gym. And whoever you are, please come and talk to me, so everything shiny you own can meet it's demise by a lighter and my hand of violence.
Thank you.
HOT- Being Swedish.
NOT- Bebe Sport
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