Happy Birthday Pops! Love you like the little daddy’s girl I am.
Hola. Not too much to report today lovelies but I did have a fabulous conversation over the phone with my Pops this weekend and he reminded me of a few things I had forgotten and told me he was proud of me because he thinks that, although I’ve wasted a lot of my life not being a grown up about certain things (yikes), he believes I’m finally figuring some things out. So, alright man, cool. Pops is proud. Always a win.
One of the other areas of discussion between myself and the patriarch was the notion of libertarianism versus conservatism, something that is all the rage in the geeky, wonky work circles I occasionally find myself running through. So, Pops, I think, likes the style of the libertarian — as do I — but he said something that hadn’t occurred to me before and seemed fairly profound. “These people want all the freedoms but they don’t want to give over any currency to have them. They don’t want to pay for those freedoms. And the truth is that you can’t have anything without paying for it — you pay for what you get in one way or another.” Too true. It might sound overly capitalistic but it is a basic truth of life, this notion of sacrifice. I don’t think it requires your agreement to be true. Which is a whole other discussion that has theological and sociological implications that I don’t feel like going in to because I’m a little emotionally drained at the moment. Because we also spent some time talking about eugenics — because what with the whole Planned Parenthood/O-care birth control mandate/personhood legislation cropping up in the states, it’s beginning to rear it’s twisted little head. I’ve read some interesting pieces on the subject (most interesting here and here) and am fairly comfortable in saying that it is an idea of a flavor that is really creepy and ethically vacuous because 1.) this idea that we are somehow qualified to judge fitness is hilarious because as a race we screw up so much I’m inclined to just let some things be the purview of nature and 2.) I have a brother who blows the notion totally out of the water because his developmental problems were not genetically inherited and were only the result of the birthing process (lack of oxygen during birth. I’ve written about it before) and so…is he one we consider having slipped through the cracks (to use an uncomfortable image) and sterilize him? Anyone who doesn’t read that as a purely rhetorical question can kindly move the f*ck on. And, as an addendum, maybe you should always and forever keep your thoughts about engineering superiority to yourself if you know someone who has a loved one you might consider “unfit” or risk getting a swift kick to the head, either metaphorically or literally. Just really seriously sayin’. Also, my sister Juli posed a really interesting question in terms of how birth control (and probably by extension, abortion) is being framed in the public debate as “preventive care.” I mean look, Juli and I are both pretty strong women who aren’t exactly shrinking violets, but as she noted, rhetorically framing the issue of pregnancy as falling under a category that also includes regular check-ups for diseases, etc. might be subliminally suggesting that getting pregnant is as unwanted as prostate cancer or something. “I don’t see how that’s empowering women to suggest that their natural inclination toward sexuality could lead to this ‘disease’ of pregnancy.” Good point.
In any event, moving on from that unpleasantness because it should be moved on from — diversions for you.
Tremendous. He breaks a few notes but in general nails it. Hope it made you smile Ms. Huston.
The Trotter brought this back to me from a conference he attended this weekend. Love squared.
Hey, lookie what I got! Thanks landlord, for being awesome.
Our Legal Director over here where I work was on a panel organized by this group (Where he pwned everyone. True story.) and, by way of thanking him, they gave him a little magnetized gift. Behold, the super PAC name generator that currently lives on our refrigerator in the office. Can’t wait to use santa…
Finally, because I’ve been reminiscing so much lately and it’s appropriate, your music for today: