What can I say that hasn’t been said a thousand times before? By people with a more vested interest (that is to say, gay-actual, not just gay-allied)? By people who can actually (not) eat the dang chicken (no outlets here in Canada)?
Like you, this has been all over my Facebook news feed for a couple of weeks now. A friend posted a copy of the letter from the mayor of Boston; I said that I hope he took into consideration the hundred or so jobs he was passing up. She challenged me on that (fairly) and I argued that it was easy for those of us who are not economically disadvantaged to choose principles over paycheques. And big picture, I agree with Richard Florida, who tweeted, “I care deeply about the diversity & tolerance of cities, but banning Chick-fil-A from cities is NOT the way to get there.”
And then Aug. 1 rolled around and Mike Huckabee, God bless his blackened, shriveled little heart, was calling on Chick-Fil-A supporters to turn out en masse to “affirm appreciation for a company run by Christian principles.”
And THEN all hell broke loose. My friends list was filled with photos of people I genuinely *had* considered friends, in line, waiting in the drive-though, promising to stop by after work.
If anything, I guess I should thank Huckabee for showing me what my friends list — and the folks who formerly populated it — were made of.
I agree with almost everything in this brilliant blog post, but especially this line:
This isn’t about mutual tolerance because there’s nothing mutual about it. If we agree to disagree on this issue, you walk away a full member of this society and I don’t.
Well, case in point, I do, because I’m a straight woman in a heterosexual relationship. But it lays bare the fallacy that equal rights are an issue on which there can be allowances made, exceptions given.
What I disagree with? The not defriending people on Facebook stuff. I defriended them; I defriended the hell out of them. My continued presence wouldn’t have served the author’s intention (again: straight), biting my tongue wasn’t an option, and trying to make an argument in favour of tolerance and compassion was pointless (in fact, I was proactively defriended simply for saying that I’d boycott the restaurant if there were any nearby to avoid). I have to say — I don’t miss these “friends” and I very much doubt they miss me, either, if they even notice my absence.
In conclusion, I love love in all its myriad expressions, I love Facebook, I do not love chicken (vegetarian) or chickens (too erratic/beaky/pecky). I do love the fact that I am going to be offline for the next week. The friends that remain could use a break from me, I’m sure.