Monthly Archives: August 2012

Crabbiness

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Being unemployed for eight months, it transpires, in no wise dampens my enthusiasm for a vacation. After a paltry five weeks at my new temp job, I embraced the annual Zellers beach getaway with precisely the same amount of zeal I had demonstrated in years past.

Ocean Isle Beach, halfway between Wilmington and Myrtle Beach, was wonderful, though I’m afraid I can’t show you pictures. When it comes to common household technology devices such as televisions, cameras, and Playstations, I am living in the past. (I hope to remedy that last item before too long.) Did you know that there exists a cell phone without a camera? It does exist, and I own it.

In perhaps related news, I’ve recently started listening to Michael Jackson. I am singlehandedly redefining what it means to be a late adopter.

My boyfriend has two iPhones, two iPads, and a big fancy camera with a tripod, but he is not here. He is out getting dinner while I sit at home, starving, trying to undo the damage of a week of eating at the beach, where even the salads are fried. I cannot take a photo of the gorgeous shell I found, with “found” meaning “stepped on while swimming,” but I can scour the internet for a picture:

Thanks, internet!

Leopard crab

My shell looks exactly like that, only no one’s living in it, and also it looks very slightly stepped upon.

While at the beach I finished the fourth book in George Arrrrrrgh Arrrrrrrrrgh Martin’s Song of Ice and Fire series, which I had sworn not to start reading until the final entry had been published, because I just hate waiting between books. Oops. I also read a proof copy of Karen Thompson Walker’s Literary Fiction/Science Fiction crossover The Age of Miracles. This, like so many other genre blends, has too much of the literary and too little of the genre-y.

Oh! Almost forgot: while driving to and from the beach, we listened to Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History, because it’s important to keep up with current science.

Although it is tempting to turn the rest of this post into a discussion of boobs breasts, I’m going to finish with a topic that’s been bugging me for a few days. When is it appropriate to be ideologically rigid?

I’m starting with the premise that diversity is important. If we cannot have a world where everyone basically thinks and acts in accordance with my own philosophies, the next best option is a world where people can have their own opinions and beliefs, backed up by as little or as much ignorance as they like.

Opinions are like bellybuttons: everyone’s got one. (But not like breasts. Not everyone has breasts.) I’ve got my own strong opinions and so do you. Cheers.

I endeavor to base my opinions on intellect and emotion — both are equally important, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise — but I am willing to change. My thoughts on gun control have changed over the years, for instance, and my thoughts on Israel have not yet cemented.

I also endeavor to stay abreast* if divergent thoughts, and to honor other opinions where appropriate. I’m pro-choice, but I completely understand why some people are anti-choice.

* “abreast” — hahahahhahhahahaaahahahahahaaa!

But there are a few issues on which I am completely unwilling to bend, and for which I have no interest in hearing the opposition’s perspective. Let us use, for example, marriage rights for sexual minorities. I will never sanction government discrimination against consenting adults who want to marry. Even if it turns out that gay marriage undermines the entire social fabric of the country (and it won’t), I will still support it because sexual minorities deserve the same individual freedoms as straight heterosexuals.

Nor have I the slightest interest in hearing other people defend that kind of discrimination. It only serves to break my heart and strengthen my misanthropy.

Does this make me narrow-minded? I’ve taken pains to show that I’m willing to entertain other perspectives on a whole lot of topics, but on a few topics — gay marriage, climate change, some others — I am rigid. I don’t like this inconsistency in me, but there you have it.

I’d be grateful if someone could assure me that I’m being perfectly reasonable.

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