So awhile back I subscribed to the Ellen Degeneres email, probably because I thought I’d win something cool like an Ellen bean bag chair, and every now and then I get an Ellen show update in my junk folder. That’s how I found out she got married to Portia de Rossy, that girl from “Ally McBeal” (another 90’s gem).
I am hetero, but I don’t think being gay is disgusting. And I don’t think homosexuality is an “abomination”, either — even when I was a hard-core Mormon; although at that time I thought it was a choice driven by social pressure, and not nature, but I still didn’t consider it evil.
Some people will quote from the Old Testament when saying that homosexuality is an abomination, but if they use that book as a measurement of God’s opinion, then eating shellfish is also grounds for damnation. I can’t understand why so many Biblical advocates will use words like “fag” and such and be so hateful. Even people who aren’t outrightly offending are still harboring a little animosity. I’ve seen the issue from both sides — I can see why people might think allowing gay marriage would destroy the traditional family or the sacredness of marriage. But by having that mindset and by feeling compelled to fight against laws that would promote gay marriage, you are indirectly showing animosity towards homosexual people, who in some cases would much rather not have same-sex tendencies (or be referred to as a destroyer of all that is good and traditional).
Anyway. As I was listening to some 90’s song by the Indigo Girls about equal rights, a thought came to me that isn’t really new: minorities usually are the most sympathetic people. If you feel ostracized by society, you’re more likely to look around and see the other minority groups alongside you trudging their feet through the quagmire of prejudice and inequality. And you’ll be like, hey quit being so hard on illegal immigrants! Remember, we were all on the same boat back in 1694! And also, how about those weed smokers? What right does the government have to outlaw a plant? Haha kidding I’m just playing the hippie card.
That’s all I have to say on the subject. But as long as we’re talking about pop culture, I wanted to mention something…
OMG!!! JOHN MAYER BROKE UP WITH JENNIFER ANISTON
VIA TEXT MESSAGE!!!
omg!!
Said Mayer of the breakup: “People are different, people have different chemistry, different lives. You’re either a cheater or you break up and I’m not the first one, I’m the second one.”
Ah.
So I don’t really pay attention to celebrity gossip, but I guess John’s been under the spotlight a bit lately, mostly because of this “borat thong” episode, but the only thing I’d heard until now is that he was dating Jessica Simpson, which was a surprise to me, because I thought he had more substance than that, but I can’t assume Jesssica doesn’t have substance. And he’s dated all these other famous women too, which — I don’t know why — doesn’t seem to match the image I had of him in my mind as the guy-next-door who sings quietly profound songs about sunsets, loneliness, and lunch boxes.
But I guess he is a celebrity rock star, so go figure.
In a Rolling Stone interview: Six years ago, on one of his first tours, he decided it would be “fun” to sleep with some fans. “I slept with, like, three girls in a week,” he remembers. “I thought that’s what you did, but there was one girl, I don’t remember anything about her, but I left my own body and looked down at myself and said, ‘Nuh-uh. Not you.’ I stayed up all night and didn’t sleep.” He never had sex with a fan again.
Hm.
I don’t know if there’s a word for this phenomena, when you buy (or burn) a CD, and listen to it until you know all the lyrics by heart, until that musician becomes a part of you, and their words become your mantra for life, and that’s when it becomes worship — almost a child-like obsession. I had the same obsession with Dave Matthews. That is, until I watched him on a television interview, and realized he’s pretty human, plus he says weird stuff like “farts cause pollution”. As for John, I guess in a naive way I thought he would make a great soul mate, but he’s way too popular for me, plus I saw a live performance, and he was all-out making out with the microphone, which was kind of a turn-off.
ooo– making out with my mic-ro-phone–
