One Dumb Thing

After three years of THREE THINGS (truthreethings.blogspot.com), and a sanity sabbatical, I've decided that rather than give you three things each week, it would be better to just point out, in lurid detail, ONE DUMB THING each week. Because when the dumb gets THIS deep, it's hard enough just keeping your head above water - so let's get focused, get nasty, get laughing, get crying and get REAL.

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Where to begin?  That’s always the question for a new blog or a new post or even a new page.  So I tried to think of the dumbest thing I’ve heard since the start of the year, and there it was: the “bathroom bills.”  For those who haven’t heard of these newly passed laws, they represent the most overt legalization of discrimination since the Civil Rights Movement began (provided you don’t count voter rights – which was far from overt; like you-didn’t-even-know-it-happened not overt).  Because that’s really the dumb part: we’ve institutionalized this bigotry to the point where “conservative” states can write laws like this with impunity.  The worst part of it all is that we’ve seen this particular indictment repeatedly in the world’s history as well as our own.  And yet, zealots rise up again, with the familiar refrain that “this time it’s different” and once again fear mongering the ignorant to join their xenophobic indictments.  But, fear not, gentle reader, because I’m here to show you exactly why the so-called “bathroom bills” are one really dumb thing.     

So, What Exactly Are They?

Okay, so I editorialized my original description.  What are the bathroom bills?  Well, these “bathroom bills” were introduced and passed into law by social conservatives in North Carolina and Mississippi that typically mandate that people use the bathroom that matches the sex on their birth certificate.  The North Carolina bill went proverbial extra mile and modified the state’s existing civil rights protections to only include one’s biological sex (meaning that the state doesn’t recognize your civil rights based on an assigned sex).  Tricky, right? 

Don’t worry, it gets much more insidious when you hear how they’re defending these laws...

Prey for the Children

In this era of tribalism over politics, it’s hard to imagine there is anything that binds us together as humans, all the world over.  Aside from sharing the same biological obligations to breathe and die, and such, we are as diverse as any species could ever hope to be.  Nevertheless, it is just such a biological imperative that unites us – the universal belief that we should protect children.  Now, this takes many forms, some of them so profoundly backwards (non-immunization, home schooling and forced religious indoctrination to name a few) that they barely qualify as protective efforts – but nevertheless, campaigning any idea on the basis that it helps to protect children is as good a guaranty of success as simply redefining the voting pool to only include people who you know will vote for you (Hey! That’s a thing, too!  I see what you did there).

So, here’s the setup: social conservatives identify the transgendered (or those “just pretending” to be so) as predisposed to predatory towards children, because they will (obviously) expose their offending genetalia to any/everyone in the bathroom/locker room or spend all their time leering at children and then parents will have to pray the gay out of their children’s heads, or some such nonsense.  Anyways, by employing this spin, these hatemongers can turn their shouting towards “Save the Women and Children” and away from “God Hates Fags.”

What’s Dumb About That

Here’s the problem with that argument: we’ve seen it before and it’s been wrong every time.

Members of unpopular minority groups are often stereotyped as representing a danger to the majority's most vulnerable members (the women and children). For example, Jews in the Middle Ages were accused of murdering Christian babies in ritual sacrifices. Black men in the United States were often lynched after being falsely accused of raping White women.

Similarly, homosexuals have often been portrayed as a threat to children. Back in 1977, when Anita Bryant campaigned successfully to repeal a Florida ordinance prohibiting anti-gay discrimination, she named her organization “Save Our Children,” and warned that “a particularly deviant-minded [gay] teacher could sexually molest children.”

Since then, we’ve learned that Jewish congregations aren’t searching out Christians (have you not heard of JDate?), black men aren’t roaming the streets in rape gangs looking for white women and the widespread normalization of gay and lesbian lifestyles hasn’t resulted in a startling increase (or any increase) in “teacher rapes.”

So, what’s different this time?  Nothing. 

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Here’s the thing, I have no idea what it’s like to be assigned the wrong gender.  For as many hours as I’ve dedicated to trying to understand women, I’ve never wanted to be one (seems like a raw deal, overall, if you ask me).  But I do know what it’s like to have my spiritual identity denied, marginalized and publicly vilified, and we’re still way behind on discrimination against the secular.  And, I have a pretty solid idea that that particular hell wasn’t even close to the suffering that the transgendered endure.  No, I don’t understand it, but that’s exactly why I’m not in a position to judge it.  The idea that this is a “new” problem is reductive and (also) dumb.  Gender identity issues have been around as long as there have been people, we’re just finally getting around to actually helping these people.  The bottom line is, you don’t have to like the transgendered.  You can consciously avoid them, say bigoted things about them and even go out of your way not to support their efforts for equality.  But what you cannot do is hijack the law to serve those ends.  We do not govern solely as a function of the consent of the governed – the Founding Fathers saw to it that we installed check and balances, protections against ourselves.  And just like Kim Davis’ idiot crusade, the Defense of Marriage Act and countless other legislative transgressions before them, the court (the Supreme Court, if necessary) will ultimately reveal these efforts to codify religious-based bigotry and fear mongering to be what the rest of us already know they are: profoundly myopic and unimaginably dumb.   
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What?  You didn’t think all of these would be serious, did you?  Actually, this is serious.  Most of the profoundly annoying social archetypes of the past half-century have thankfully died a merciful and natural death.  We no longer (for the most) have to suffer greasers, hippies, valley girls, grunge rockers, the emo or the prep.  The truth is that the mania surrounding these short-term personality fads dies as quickly as it rises – as everyone gets a hold of a mirror and some real friends and collective asks “what the hell were we thinking?”  However, on a recent gym visit, I came face-to-face with a living, breathing meme, and realized that one of my least favorite modern social characters had not quite been written out of the show.  Yes, the bro is back... or perhaps more accurately, never left.  So, here we are, on the cusp of a historic election, a fourth industrial revolution and, perhaps, even relative peace in Syria, and yet, we’ve enabled an entire subset of citizens to walk around dressed as and acting like, their id.  But in case it’s not obvious, let me tell you why the continued existence of bros is profoundly dumb.

Field Guide

So maybe you’re not sure what I’m talking about.  Well, aside from some brilliant marketing from the folks at Organic Valley (https://goo.gl/BhCsL2), let me describe the pack [swarm?] I recently encountered at the gym (a natural bro mating site).  First of all, there are no sleeves, ever.  According to bros, sleeves are just an attempt to hide your “guns” (the bro word for “arm”), and bros never hide their guns.  Second, tops are tight, bottoms are loose – e.g. spandex shirts, and oversized basketball shorts – because as any bro will tell you, your junk’s gotta breathe... you know?  Also, everything matches, because nothing attracts eligible females like color coordination... right?  Further, bros are always telling great jokes.  How can you tell?  Because they’re always laughing at each other!  Ha!  Look at those bros slapping and poking each other!  So manly!  Finally, when bros lift weights, everyone needs to pay attention, so no matter what they’re lifting they let out a primal scream, like a gorilla ... being killed by a bigger gorilla… with a chainsaw.  

Other telltale signs include, visible tribal tattoos, backwards snap-back ball caps, clothes from a nutritional supplement store, spandex leggings underneath basketball shorts, a personalized weight belt worn during the entire workout, large, colored, studio-style headphones (ever worse if they match the outfit), sweatbands and the proverbial (and perennial) gallon jug of water.

Still Here After All These Years

So… how have these creatures survived?  After all, American culture has a long and broadly-enforced tradition of mercifully killing our own ill-advised style trends (seriously, when is the last time you saw a “hippy”? … not counting Coachella).  Well, the answer my friends, is blowing in the winds… we’ve actually become over-tolerant.  I know, I know, I’m the last person who should be using the “slippery slope” trope – but, because I’ve debunked it so many times, I’ve actually become qualified to use it.  Because that’s what’s happened – we’ve gotten so carried away with moral relevance that we forgot how to stop.  In other words, we are addicted to letting people do whatever the hell they want, no matter how insanely stupid it may be. 

To be clear, I am not talking about tolerance of immutable or even arguably immutable traits.  The wondrous new American trend of publicly accepting and legally accommodating historically oppressed classes of citizens is something of which we should all be proud (even if we do have to endure the ever-present shouting of the increasingly ignorant, obstinate and marginalized “religious right”).  But even given the vast array of human opinion, there is literally no one who believes that bros are born and not made.  With that revelation comes two important realizations: first, that we can rage against these keepers of the douchey flame, without remorse or concern, but second, that we made them, and therefore have no one else to blame but ourselves. 

Make or Break

So, with the uncomfortably epiphany that we’ve actually created and perpetuated the bro… what can we do to destroy them?  It’s actually quite easy.  We simply have to speak up. Look, I know what you’re thinking.  In an era of politicians who suborn ignorance with such vigor that thoughtful criticism only strengthens their support, I can understand why you may be skeptical of any effort to employ reason, empathy or just basic humanity to combat stupidity.  But here, we actually have a chance – because we know what bros want, and that makes all the difference. 

You see, bros want… no, need, chicks.  NOTE - Before any feminists fire up their Twitter/Facebook/Instagram rage machine, I’m not talking about all women with that derisive term – rather, I’m talking about the female counterpart to the bro (which I’m sure you’re familiar with, and will address in detail in a separate piece).  The problem is that chicks don’t like bros – and bros have no idea.  And here’s where we can help – surprisingly enough, using advice from the Department of Homeland Security.  No, bros don’t represent a national security threat (yet)… but the same advice that stops terrorism also stops bro-ism: if you see something, say something. 

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You see, the natural enemy of bros (and all inane social archetypes) are friends.  Not the self-indulgent “other bro” enabling entourage members – actual friends.  You know, the kind of people who will actually tell you when you’re wearing, doing or saying something ridiculous?  I know they’re a far rarer breed than the bro, themselves, but that’s what it’s going to take to fix them.  Because that’s what friends do – they speak up, even when it’s uncomfortable, actually, especially when it’s uncomfortable.  I can’t save these bros, we are too demographically mismatched to become friends.  But I am recommitted to being honest with my friends – not just when I’m proud of, inspired by or impressed with them, but also when I’m embarrassed, ashamed or just plain confused by what they’re doing.  Because in the end, the worst lie we can tell to the people we care about is not saying anything at all, honesty is nothing without candor and the bro-life you save just might be your own. 

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After three years of THREE THINGS (truthreethings.blogspot.com), and a sanity sabbatical, I've decided that rather than give you three things each week, it would be better to just point out, in lurid detail, ONE DUMB THING each week. Because when the dumb gets THIS deep, it's hard enough just keeping your head above water - so let's get focused, get nasty, get laughing, get crying and get REAL.

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