Double standards

I’ve seen it time and time again. It’s ok to bash/flame/degrade certain groups, and people that do so often get defended when someone of that group tries to stand up for themselves/their group.

Why is this ok?

I want you to think of how many times you have said something derogatory about a general group of people: men, republicans, democrats, southerners, cat lovers… a group that it seems to be generally acceptable to be put down. Now, I want you to change that word to black, or mexican, or jewish… See how it’s suddenly not something to be defended anymore? Why? Why not be able to generally blame a nasty/vicious/stupid act on a group that you think shouldn’t be picked on? Where does the line get drawn?

When you’re not generally part of a group, and you only hear about that group from friends/news/jokes/anecdotes, why are you allowed to defend someone who has said something nasty or rude about that group? Sometimes going so far as to use another comment/joke/often talked about but maybe not as true as you think it really is to defend yourself/friend/person that you agree with?

I want y’all to think about that the next time you see a basher get called out on something. Before you defend them, would you defend them if they were saying something against a group you like?

Food for thought.

The great outdoors

Once again, despite not doing anything outside but looking at my flowers and getting in and out of the car, I have poison ivy. This, I think, is one of those “joys” of dogs in a fenced in backyard that no one told me about when it comes to home ownership. I just wanted a house with a yard so I didn’t have to walk the dog anymore, so I could paint my walls something other than white or beige, and so I could have some flowers in the ground that didn’t entirely depend on me for their water and sun (something I’m not good at).

Mind you, I have all that… I just also have poison ivy. It’s in our backyard in amongst the bushes that have appeared and grown out of control from us just making sure the lawn was mowed and not worried about the bushes. I’m badly allergic to the stuff, so pulling it out myself will be disastrous (as I’ve shown by pulling it out a few weeks ago when Jon wanted to do some bush pruning in the backyard). Jon may or may not be allergic. He’s never had allergies before, but they’ve started to pop up on him and he’s not adjusting to it well at all. He got involved with the pulling a little this last time and didn’t get it but that doesn’t always mean he’s not allergic, just lucky.

This time, however, is from our dogs I think. Yes, they have all that wonderful hair that catches it as they brush against it and bring it in just for me. “Here Mommy, we know you don’t go outside much so here’s some we brought in for you.” *sigh*

So, here I sit with poison ivy between my ring finger and pinky finger on my right hand, and the pinky is swollen on top of it all. Numerous poison ivy blisters on the top and side of my pinky, the side of my ring finger, and the skin connecting the two as well as a little down from there. It’s startling how quickly it just all appeared, too. Started with a little spot on top of my finger and then within a day it was all over.

There had better be a real good reason for that stuff because it’s a good candidate for mass extinction in my book!