The class I dread the most this trimester is P.E.
I don’t sport.
But I go in trying to make the best of it — putting up with the preppy sophomores afraid to break a nail, the nerdy freshmen with their idiotic jokes, the seniors that somehow got dumped in this freshman class. It’s slightly brutal, but I’m taking one for the team (myself) because I must graduate.
As we walked around the gym this morning the group of people around me were discussing moisturizing. (God only knows why).
Moisturizing is a girl thing, someone brought up.
“Why can’t I moisturize!” one of the boys asked.
“Because then you’d be gay!” his friend replied.
He received an extremely bitter death glare from me, but alas he was turned the other way.
A few minutes later, as I jogged with this girl I have befriended, I somehow brought up How I Met Your Mother. (Understandably, because it’s fantastic).
“You know the guy who plays the main character is gay, right?” she asked.
“Who?” I asked. I don’t know why I said that. I think I was so severely thrown off by her question.
“Oh, you mean Neil Patrick Harris?” I asked. “I LOVE him. He’s literally one of my favorite people.” I immediately knew how she felt about homosexuals and I was ready to share how I felt, too.
“Really?” she asked. As if I was crazy because I think a gay person is wonderful.
“Like his family is the most precious thing,” I said. I was trying desperately to hold my stance, make her understand that her close-mindedness is of the minority and that gay is okay. Common. Acceptable. “He and his partner are the cutest most wonderful couple ever and — ”
“What?” Gay people in love?!
” — and they have these two twins that are so adorable and their family Halloween costumes every year are completely beyond perfect and I just love them more than anything.”
White, black, Hispanic, Republican, Democrat, Catholic, Jewish, Atheist — what ever you may be, you must admit these Halloween costumes are not only top-notch, but representative of a complete, happy-family unit.
I don’t need to preach about my stance on gay rights, it’s quite clear. I find it odd that some people don’t look at homosexuals as even on the same spectrum as heteros. This girl couldn’t believe that I look up to and think so highly of a man who loves another man. She couldn’t believe that I think of their family as “complete”. That I think the Burtka-Harris twins are adorable and will be raised well by two men. I watch a TV show starring a gay man who acts as an extreme womanizer. HIMYM is not the only show out there with gay actors, obviously. She thought it was so jarring that I think of homosexuals as equal to anyone else.
That’s the problem with the anti-gay portion of the country. They skipped over the whole “All men are created equal” part of the Constitution.
Good thing I didn’t tell this girl about my love for Ellen DeGeneres, Portia de Rossi, Lady Gaga and Chris Colfer (among others).
Some people just aren’t ready for reality. I feel bad for you all. It’s like you’re waking up on the wrong side of the bed every single day. That’s really too bad.
I’m glad I don’t have that problem.