My sister and I were talking yesterday, and she said that our dad is appalled at me. I couldn’t figure out why–I’ve not done anything particularly appalling-worthy, unless it’s leaving the mormon church and not telling my mom, which I haven’t and don’t know how to–so of course I asked what I’d done. Seems my Dad got back on facebook once he retired. After seeing my posts for a few days, he turned to my monster at dinner and said, “Our daughter is a liberal,” like it’s an evil foul thing. She glared at my sister (who lives with them), and Dad said, “Our other daughter.” My sister piped up, “I am too,” (thank you, o sister mine) but I’m guessing I’m in for a big lecture from the monster next time I get together with them. Because I like Obama (who’s actually fairly moderate).
And you know what’s funny? My monster used to be a democrat, reasonably liberal, but over time she’s swung so far right that she’s got her head right up Rush Limbaugh’s butt. She even likes What’s his name, the guy who cries and talks like an idiot all the time (what the hell is his name? googling now–Glenn Beck!), even though he’s mormon. And she’s got to vote for Mitt Romney, even if he’s mormon, because to do otherwise would ensure Obama gets reelected.
I work with people who think Obama’s the antichrist. Of course, I also work with a lot of people who think he’s the greatest thing evah! I think he’s very likeable, and I respect that he’s taken steps to do what he said he would do. I’m glad that his healthcare initiative went through, because there are far too many people without affordable healthcare. The Clintons tried desperately to get a healthcare upheaval through, but failed. So yeah, I can appreciate Obama’s accomplishments.
Neither my dad nor the monster know about this blog, but should they ever find it, I feel an imperative to come out and state some of my views:
I am a liberal.
I am pro-choice.
I believe that the government does not belong in my vagina. I believe that policy regarding a woman’s reproductive issues needs to have the participation and involvement of women.
I heartily disapprove of slut-shaming.
I believe that rape is rape, no matter what someone wants to call it, and people should not be punished for being raped. (And yes, men/boys can be raped too, but I can imagine they would be even more ashamed to report it than women are.)
I believe that if organisations refuse to cover birth control in their insurance plans, they should also be denied the right to cover viagra and any of the other woody-making drugs. (Which, seriously–birth control is a valid necessity not only for preventing unwanted pregnancies, but also for treating such conditions as endometriosis [which cost me my fertility thanks to stupid men doctors who ignored me for many years], whereas the purpose for viagra and the others is to give men erections so they can have teh sex). I’m just sayin’.
I support legalisation of marijuana.
I support equal pay for equal work.
I support gay marriage.
I believe in the separation of church and state.
I believe that churches who get involved in politics should lose their tax-exempt status. (although I have to admit, the thought then comes to mind that should that happen, the mormons will magically have a revelation that tithing should be 20%, not 10%, so they can keep all their money and still pay their taxes.)
I believe that churches and non-profit organisations/charities should be required to show financial statements that reveal what they do with contributions made by their parishioners/congregations/wards/what-have-you.
I believe that wealthy people should have a higher tax percentage rate than middle-class and the impoverished. I mean, think about it–10% of Mitt Romney’s income hits him far less painfully than 10% of someone who only earns minimum wage. (And while we’re at it, I support an increase in the minimum wage.) Yet it’s just the opposite–the millionaires pay a far lower percentage of their income than do the middle classes. (I just heard Evita in my mind saying, “Screw the middle classes,” but trust me, Evita, the middle classes get screwed plenty, coming and going.) (Did I mention I’m a theatre geek?)
I’m sorry to have appalled my parents. My mother seems to post a pro-republican pro-Romney thing on FB for every pro-Democrat pro-common sense pro-Obama thing I post. So all of my parents are probably equally shocked, with the one exception being my church membership. My dad and monster were thrilled I left. When I finally tell my mother she’s going to be broken-hearted, not just because of my leaving the church but because I’m an agnostic leaning towards atheism. Ay-yi-yi–I think it’s better for me to not say anything at all about that, and hope the flying spaghetti monster will keep her from ever asking me about church.
Anything else you want to know? Just leave a comment and I’ll happily give you my opinions, because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m highly opinionated.