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ivyblossom) wrote2006-01-19 09:09 pm
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When the world gets you down...
Today I went with a friend of mine to the local mall to pick up a few things. (Passport photos so I can go visit
treehavn in the spring, new earphones, a calendar, that sort of thing.) And I was in an awfully jolly mood on the way back home. I practically danced my way to the exit, feeling that all was reasonably well in the world, all told. As I was walking out, I heard a little old asian lady asking for help finding the bus station.
"I'm heading there," I said. "I'll take you."
She's a slow walker, this little old lady, so I slow down to a very slow saunter and talk to her. We talk about the weather. All very casual, very friendly. I like being a good member of the community; as I'm walking (very very slowly) I think, hey, what's the rush. Life is short. Enjoy it while it's here. Be a good person. Help people out. Love the place you find yourself in. It doesn't hurt to be nice.
And then she says, "...and they're trying to do this same-sex marriage thing! Can you believe it! Where would you and I be if there had always been same-sex marriage, eh?"
And I said nothing. My heart fell into my shoes. What could I say? Do I want to make a scene? Do I really want to see what happens after I tell her that I'm actually pretty much in favour of having full civil rights, thankyouverymuch?
It kills me that I said nothing. What I should have said was, well, you could be back there looking for the damn bus stop, lady. By yourself. Because I would have turned into a bitter, twisted lesbian having been given fewer rights than you and wouldn't have felt moved to help you. But I said nothing at all. Actually I saw my bus coming so I ran for it. i didn't help her to the escalator. I didn't help her to her platform, which I fully would have done otherwise. I just said, "there's my bus," and ran.
I'm telling you, kindness doesn't always pay. Ruined my whole evening.
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"I'm heading there," I said. "I'll take you."
She's a slow walker, this little old lady, so I slow down to a very slow saunter and talk to her. We talk about the weather. All very casual, very friendly. I like being a good member of the community; as I'm walking (very very slowly) I think, hey, what's the rush. Life is short. Enjoy it while it's here. Be a good person. Help people out. Love the place you find yourself in. It doesn't hurt to be nice.
And then she says, "...and they're trying to do this same-sex marriage thing! Can you believe it! Where would you and I be if there had always been same-sex marriage, eh?"
And I said nothing. My heart fell into my shoes. What could I say? Do I want to make a scene? Do I really want to see what happens after I tell her that I'm actually pretty much in favour of having full civil rights, thankyouverymuch?
It kills me that I said nothing. What I should have said was, well, you could be back there looking for the damn bus stop, lady. By yourself. Because I would have turned into a bitter, twisted lesbian having been given fewer rights than you and wouldn't have felt moved to help you. But I said nothing at all. Actually I saw my bus coming so I ran for it. i didn't help her to the escalator. I didn't help her to her platform, which I fully would have done otherwise. I just said, "there's my bus," and ran.
I'm telling you, kindness doesn't always pay. Ruined my whole evening.
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I guess we need these experiences to prepare us to be a bit more activist.
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I need to be an activist more of the time, though. Maybe this was my building moment, so the next time I'll be ready with a spunky reply. :/
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for me, the only cure is to talk to people i love, and then go right to sleep... sometimes dreaming and rest can really dull the trauma.
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*rubs noses*
I'm so happy you're back, btw. :) Even though I'm too busy to talk half the time! Still with the happiness!
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That's the problem with this world. Women are clearly inferior to men, and when they start marrying women instead of men...well then the world just goes straight to shit, doesn't it?
Sorry, it just struck me as terribly unfair to have people ruin your day in such a horrible way. So I had to expound on the drama. =<
I'd have wanted to say terribly rude and evil things to the lady, but it would not be my place. Old ladies like her were raised in a different culture, they are so set and firm in their beliefs that not much can change them. Not even a nice young lady who walks them to the metro.
BUT WE LOVE YOU IVY and I think you should have chocolate and sleeping. And and and. Andy and nandy pand. *hug*
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Ah well. Sleep is good. Also, chocolate. ;)
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polite/passive-agressive strategy
The way I've come to to handle my distant, more conservative relatives is to remain polite, perhaps giving a pleasant or slightly sad smile, and saying something like "we'll have to agree to disagree." If they're open to discussion, they'll initiate it themselves with less defensiveness. If not, they'll still know that a "civilized" person can hold such an opinion on whatever.
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Note: I am completely pro-gay marriage, but I don't believe that my kindness should be lessened just because someone disagrees. You have every right to be upset, and every right to refuse kindness, but, to me, that is what builds the rift between those who are pro and and anti gay marriage.
It is because we act negatively on our different beliefs that we create antagonism.
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That's the sort of encounter that can bruise your soul.
*hugs you very tenderly*
Love you, babe.
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I had a sorta similar moment today when a reasonably good friend of mine said 'I hate feminists! Look what they've done to the world, there's no respect for women now.' I didn't say anything, which is unlike me, but I was shocked - does she honestly think she would beat the university where we study now if it wasn't for feminists?! Mind boggling.
I don't know what the solution is though really. I hope you manae to regain the happiness you started out with. And you did a good deed - thats always worth something.
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Oh, definitely not. :) This is what happens when you move in fannish circles, don't mind it.
And thank you for your comments. Up and down, up and down...what can you do, right? I guess it will all work out in the end if we keep plugging away at it. ;)
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I like to think that as a young woman she would have given in to her passion for the girl next door, had fantastically dirty sex 'til her legs went numb, and afterwards they'd have lived happily ever after. But then I'm an optimist.
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But then, when we had the racist patient who wanted white nurses and was politely informed by our ward manager that he could have me and another nurse from Thailand, or no-one, he shut up and changed his tune...
...and when I got racist abuse from a neighbour, I just called the police (heh, he bought me a guitar, he doesn't know it though :-)
I guess though, like you, exposure of homophobia makes me feel much more vulnerable; maybe because it's not so socially acceptable to be gay, wheras (in the west at least) being coloured/mixed race is something I can expect support from those around me on.
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I helped a (unsuprisingly Asian, since we're in Hong Kong) old lady to the busstop sometime in the past few weeks, but she couldn't speak English much so. yeah. it's a nice feeling.
Pity that woman was a bitch.
I have many relatives like that. Catholic AND Sri Lankan, psft.
Even my usually good PRS teacher said "in my life, I have met few actual homosexuals", which implied that most people were molested gay (told us a story) gay or going through a phase. As if people who aren't gay "properly" aren't gay and people who are bisexual don't count andand. ARGH.
A story of yours that I read today, when Harry molested Draco, the message from those books explains what I mean.