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While I’m not the biggest fan of the language used in the Arizona SB-1062 bill that was passed in our state legislature (for one thing, why should only religious people get protection?) but the fact is that discrimination in clientele is nothing new (or wrong) for businesses.
I used to work security in a busy privately owned district near a college. Not only was it regularly made clear to us (and I only worked there a little over a month) that the rules we enforced where there to keep a certain type of “riffraff” off the streets and that our enforcement need not target the non-homeless, but many of the nightclubs and other venues in the area had dress codes as well. I spent most of my 8 hour shift walking up and down the street, giving directions, reporting crimes, and telling off homeless people for sitting on the sidewalk…in other words I had a lot of time to read every single sign on every single storefront and club. One of the clubs in particular had a dress code that was pretty damn specific and clearly targeting men in it’s “no tank tops, no baggy jeans, no flip flops” rules of dress.
Hot girls got in, flip-flops or no flip-flops, let me tell you.
But hey, it’s no skin off my nose and as far as I know there hasn’t been a lawsuit levied against a night club over their “discrimination” against clientele.
They cater to a certain set and they want a certain type of clientele in their business. Sure it might hurt their bottom line a little, but maybe not. I’ve learned that people tend to like going to a club where their are rules and exclusions, it makes them feel special just for getting in the door, but the real point is that no one really disputed the club’s right to deny service to those that did not come dressed to their specifications.
The same thing occurs in some of the more expensive restaurants. Dresses, sport coats, and ties can all be required to let someone dine in a restaurant.
You would never question the “No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service” sign on a storefront even though it’s not actually an issue regulated by the state Health Department in most cases. Yup, that’s right, these stores are discriminating against the barefoot and shirtless, not because the state requires them to do so, but because they see these rules as being better for business.
Why is it an acceptable level of discrimination for these types of businesses to discriminate against their clientele, but not for an Orthodox Jew to request people dress modestly in their store?
The “I shouldn’t have to bow to their religious/moral/fashion views” idea doesn’t fly either, because no 5 star rated restaurant is going to seat me in torn up jeans and flip flops because “I shouldn’t have to wear a dress to eat a 5 star meal.”
They don’t care, that’s their rule and I can go screw myself (that’s an approximate translation of the facial expression the maître d’ would have on his face if I said that) if I think they are going to change because I don’t think their rule is fair.
It’s their business and they don’t want my money enough to change the type of clientele they cater to. There is an all night diner down the street that would take my money if I insisted on eating with a paper bag on my head.
Different strokes for different folks as they say.
Now I might be annoyed at the rules in any of the establishments I mentioned, but I’m hardly going to sue them over it, because, after all, they have the right to refuse service if they want too. It’s their business and I don’t have a right to their service, just because I have money.
This same rule should apply to any private business, as I’ve said before, whether they are discriminating because they are snooty French restaurants or jerky religious or racist business owners.
Get over it.
Maybe it’s because my plaintive cries of “You are ruining my life” failed to appropriately guilt trip my parents when I was a kid and therefore I became a sociopath that stopped caring about the emotions of others.
Or maybe it’s just because blaming Common Core for a child being frustrated with a couple of math problems is so insane that it barely takes scrutiny to dismiss.
Sure, I feel terrible for the girl in the picture. I have an abundance of empathy because I was a high achieving child in my K-12 years (let’s just not discuss that college thing ‘kay?), this was long before Common Core by the way, and I remember having some very vocal and tearful breakdowns at the kitchen table over my homework, whether I was in public school, private, or home school at the time. Math was always an especially difficult subject for me (still is, I never really had a good math teacher) and I got frustrated easily. I could solve every problem but one and that one would give me a breakdown.
I find myself at odds, once again, with another gay Republican. I wrote an article a few months ago on why I don’t make politics personal and what triggered it was an article written by Jimmy LaSalvia, recently of GOProud.
Now I find myself writing a response to something he’s said once again…and steadily getting annoyed at myself that I feel the need to continue doing so.
It’s so very nice to be able to just rant on this blog.
It’s very freeing.
Anyway, I saw a post tonight from someone I used to be friends with. They were talking about how they made $3 above minimum wage in their state and they still couldn’t live on that, so clearly minimum wage needs to be increased because living on minimum wage is not easy to do…or even possible according to her.
and I’m not just referring to politics here.
Though that was stressful too. I went through nearly a year (from November of last year to November of this year) where I was completely and totally unmotivated.
As Bilbo said, I felt ‘like butter scraped over too much bread.’
Sometimes you have an encounter that really reminds you of why the cradle to grave mentality of progressive politics can be so sickening.
I meet a lot of people in my day job and, because of the city I live in, many of them are from very different backgrounds and cultures. One in particular struck me the other day. It was a family where the father and mother had grown up in Iraq. They had moved here in the 90s, having grown up exclusively under the rule of Saddam Hussein.
The father had nothing but good things to say about Iraq. He had been given no choice on what he studied in school, no choice in how he received healthcare, and no freedom in almost any aspect of his life…but the government took care of him….and jailed anyone that didn’t follow the rules to the letter.
His healthcare was free and so was his education.
Good thing he wasn’t a Kurd I guess.
Sometimes it’s impossible to differentiate between the ideals that progressives strive for and the actions of a government ruled by a tyrannical (and ethnic cleansing) ruler like Saddam Hussein.
There is something truly wrong with that.
The scariest part is that people like this man, who were raised this way, see nothing wrong with it.
They are completely and utterly brainwashed into believing that having no freedom is fine, as long as you have the government giving you everything you “need”.
How many children of today’s progressives will have no wish to change anything because “freedom is overrated”?
How many will fail to realize that life isn’t worth living at all if you have no freedom?
How is it that we have reached the point where we are deciding that emulating Hussein’s Iraq and the failing country’s of Europe was a good idea?
Honestly it baffles me.
It’s a good thing she’s cute as a button, otherwise this would have killed all her redeeming qualities in one shot.
“The word ‘fat’ I think should be illegal,” the Oscar winner told Walters. “If we’re regulating cigarettes and sex and cuss words, because of the effect they have on our younger generation, why aren’t we regulating things like calling people fat?”
My sister loves Jennifer Lawrence (I can’t blame her, she’s adorable), but she’s also a very intelligent 16 year old with relatively conservative ideals. She knows Obamacare is stupid, she supported Romney in 2012, and she’s well aware that regulation (of business or speech) is a really stupid idea.
When I told her what Jennifer Lawrence said though, she claimed that she had just been “making a joke” and pointed out that I say things like that all the time.
I do actually. I told my dad, just the other day, that his puns were so bad that they should be illegal.
That was a joke.
What Jennifer Lawrence said was not.
Watch the video for yourself.
This is how a huge percentage of my sister’s generation (a generation that idolizes this actress) thinks. “If it hurts someone’s feelings, it should be illegal.” You can find posts saying almost that exact thing all over the internet, posted by whiny adolescents (and people in my age bracket as well) who think that what is right or legal should revolve around what THEY think is acceptable in society.
I have news for you Jennifer Lawrence, you aren’t tolerant if you’re only “tolerant” about things you agree with. You have to be tolerant of people you think are assholes too, because you can’t legislate tolerance, human nature does not work that way.
Calling people fat is not the problem.
The problem is that we have raised a generation that is so dependent on what other’s think of them that they completely lose it when they are criticized or embarrassed by someone.
You were doing so very well there for a while, being the teen idol that was encouraging girls to be themselves and refuse to care what other people think of you…and then you had to go and say something like this.
Now you are giving credence to the idea that it matters what assholes think about you. It matters so much that it should be a crime to say anything less than nice about someone.
Thanks a lot for enforcing that idea for your fans. I’m sure you’ve done them a great service.
When I was young I used to get my parents to give me money so I could buy gifts for a child off the Salvation Army Angel Tree at the mall in my town (yes, there was only one mall where I grew up, insane right?) and then when I got older and had a job and my own money, I did the same thing.
Then something went a little screwy and became a crazy of the “liberal lesbian” kind and went on a hardcore rampage against the Salvation Army because they aren’t all sweetness and light and fluffy bunnies when it comes to how they sometimes talk about gay people.
So I stopped giving money to the Santa’s outside stores…and I stopped participating in the Angel Tree.
It wasn’t until several years later that I realized how absolutely terrible I was being.
I still don’t put money in the pot for Salvation Army, but that’s more because I want to control where my money is going when I give Christmas Charity.
That Angel Tree is an entirely different story though.
There should never be an Angel left on those trees come Christmas Eve, because no matter how you feel about the Salvation Army’s opinion on gay people, those children didn’t do anything to deserve your disdain or punishment, just because they are getting their gifts delivered by the Salvation Army on Christmas.
So no, it doesn’t really matter to me what the Salvation Army thinks of my sexuality. What matters to me are those kids.
That’s what should matter to you too.
It’s Christmas. Please don’t be petty.
That’s mostly because I’m broke, but also because I like to horribly procrastinate until the last minute before I start having a panic attack and rushing all over town to find the right gifts for people.
I’m a bit of a masochist at heart.
I’m also a huge fan of Christmas.
I told my mom this morning (while making biscuits and discussing making gingerbread) that if you can’t be cheesy and schmaltzy around Christmas time, then when can you be?
So we pour on the sentimental cheesiness during the holiday season. Christmas music everywhere, gobs of decorations at home and at work, Christmas trees and pretty wrapped packages, and hopefully a chance to give to charity a few times.
Christmas isn’t just a holiday or a season, it’s a mood and a state of being.
And yeah, that’s pretty schmaltzy.
Go ahead and laugh.
In the spirit of Christmas I won’t punish you by withholding sugar cookies.
Here’s a couple of Christmas songs by Pentatonix, you should buy the whole album.
Once it’s out there, it’s out there for good and anyone can read it.
That’s why I want to apologize for my sometimes haphazard spelling and sloppy editing. My brain moves faster than my fingers and I usually think whatever I’ve typed is so brilliant that I can’t wait for an editor to look it over before I press “publish”.
It’s one of my faults.
Anyway, I bring this up because I discovered something quite insane today about where my writing had ended up and why.
A teacher apparently assigned it* as reading for a writing prompt in their AP English class. I don’t know why, but apparently my series on Peter Singer’s Solution for World Poverty was the sort of thing that she wanted her class to read in conjunction with Peter Singer’s actual essay.
What the hell?
Yeah, I’m confused, kinda flattered…but ultimately confused.
I would really like to know how and why my blog was selected for this, but I don’t know if I’ll ever find out.
It’s a cool thing to have happen though.
As my mom said when I texted her about this development: “Ah, teaching critical thought to the youth of America!”
That’s a pretty awesome, if terrifying, thought.
So when you are writing, just keep that in my mind. You never know who you are going to influence.
So maybe one more pass through spell check is called for.**
*I say “apparently” because I don’t know where these kids go to school and none of the entries specified that she assigned my blog. Still, it’s too coincidental that all of them wrote about my blog.
**Also make sure you have your facts straight and do your research.