I was reading a blog today and in the comments was this back and forth about the blogger's new car. Someone referred to it as gay. The blogger responded back in a way that made me assume that they're long-standing friends. There were a couple of other comments, too, that made me cringe.
It really bugged me. I said so in the comments. I almost didn't, though, and then I thought "Wait a minute, if I don't say something, I'm condoning the talk, aren't I?" So, I commented. Maybe the blogger and the other commenter are rolling their eyes or calling me the PC police, but I don't care. Not standing up when I feel strongly about something is definitely not my style.
My son's dad is gay. My sister is gay. One of my best friends is gay. I think I know just as many gay people as I do straight. And it really pisses me off when people use the word gay as a sign of something inferior, something to be laughed at and mocked.
I don't mean to come across as Miss Prim & Proper. I'm hardly an example of ladylike behaviour. I swear a blue streak. I drink beer out of the bottle. I burp. Loudly, sometimes. I can laugh at a lot of things. But not that.
There. Can is wide, wide open. Have at it.