Human Rights
I, too, am tired of being bombarded by politics on Facebook which is why I wasn’t going to write this. But. I kept trying to write a post about Boogser’s first haircut and hitting a wall while this kept swirling through my head. So here we are. Feel free to skip this one; I promise I’ll be back with nonsense again next week.
Several week ago, I was accused of “ruling the roost” with my liberal ways. This is false on so many levels (the base level being that while yes, I do lean liberal, I don’t lean nearly as far liberal as others in my “roost”), but let’s jump to the part where this statement was followed by something along the lines of “and your poor child has to grow up in it”. You’re damn right he does.
My “poor child” has to grow up in an environment where women aren’t viewed as second class citizens. He has to grow up seeing that women can do 99% of the things men can do (I’d say 100% but I remain unconvinced we’ll ever be able to equal taking an hour to poop every single time). He has to grow up seeing that women can be strong and independent, are beyond qualified to make decisions regarding their own bodies, and deserve the same respect men do.
My “poor child” has to grow up in an environment where people of a different race, religion, or gender aren’t viewed as second class citizens. He has to grow up seeing that just because someone’s skin is a different color than his doesn’t mean they’re scary, that just because they pray to Buddha doesn’t mean they’re wrong or on an express train to hell, and that just because they identify as LGBT doesn’t mean they can’t sit with us Gretchen Wieners style.
My “poor child” has to grow up hearing crazy statements like “everyone deserves quality healthcare” and “everyone deserves a quality education”. He has to grow up learning horrible things like science is real, life isn’t fair, and just because someone disagrees with your opinion, it doesn’t make them an idiot (or a loser). He has to grow up learning that we’re all different and that’s not only okay, it’s a good thing.
Mostly my “poor child” has to grow up learning that a human is a human is a human. And if that makes me a “crazy liberal”, it’s a badge I’ll proudly wear.
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