Perspective

So, this is depressing. I love me some Andrew Sullivan, but the fact that 1 in 5 of my peers are unemployed is just depressing. That, combined with my measly one-hour stint at Mariam's Kitchen last night have caused me to smack myself in the face and be thankful that not only do I have a job, but I have one that gives me generous benefits and lets me use the education that I was so lucky to receive.

Of course, being grateful for what I have doesn't mean I'll stop challenging myself to find a niche in the world that makes sense to me, but perspective is always a good thing. That my generation will never fully recover from this economic situation to fulfill every one of the dreams we may have had when we were 10 and life was good (yeah, Clinton years!) is likely, but we can work hard and be kind and fight the urge to be angry. The latest trio of GOP Presidential debates which featured cheering for Rick Perry's record of executions, cheering for a man who died for lack of health insurance, and the crowd booing a gay serviceman (WTF!?!) make me feel less bad about thinking the right wing of the GOP/tea party guerrilla warriors are horrible horrible people. I'm really just glad I'm not like them. And that I live in a gayborhood, which means I'm unlikely to encounter any GOP primary debate attendees on my morning runs. Or EVER.

So in sum, despite feeling ruttish in the job, I have one. Despite it raining outside, I'm going to Philly this weekend to drink some wine in the countryside, and despite soulless tea partiers, Steven Hill gets to serve his country with honor dignity, and without hiding one portion* of who he is.

happy friday, y'all.



*despite Santorum's implication to the contrary, gay people aren't JUST gay, they're also PEOPLE. Like with jobs, favorite books, car payments, and pets.