I know this isn’t what most of you were expecting for my first, I’m-back-in-America, blog. I have other posts that I’m dabbling in – a misty-eyed sentimental piece on the Olympics, a bitter rant on all the ways in which life in America doesn’t make sense even though it should, a typical Odyssey-year reflection about home and transitioning from “childhood” to “adulthood.” You may get to read parts of these yet, but for now, this one was current and relevant and way too funny to pass up.
Background: Proposition 8 is a proposition that Californians will be voting on this November. According to my handy-dandy General Election Official Voter Information Guide, Prop 8 is an “initiative constitutional amendment” that “eliminates the right of same-sex couples to marry.” It will “change the California Constitution to eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry in California,” and “provide that only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.” Sounds pretty dire, I know. But don’t worry, it wouldn’t have any long-term fiscal impacts.
The Setting: My home – Mom is sitting at the kitchen table; AB is on the couch. I’m standing in the space between the living room and the family room. We’re in the middle of a conversation about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
There is a knock at the door. Even though it’s almost noon, Mom and I are still in our pajamas. We scurry to the safety of the kitchen and make AB answer the door. AB opens the door and is greeted by a young-sounding woman, who says in her most chipper voice,
“Hi! We’re here to talk to you about voting ‘Yes’ on 8!”
To both their credits, AB and the woman handled this conversation very well. Nobody lectured anybody and if you didn’t speak English (and couldn’t see me and Mom doubled over in the kitchen), you might have thought they were two neighbors shooting the breeze on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
There is, of course, more that could be said. But in keeping with the neighborly attitude of two women who sunnily agreed to disagree, I’m going to leave it here and go outside to play.