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Intolerance

Memories of Miss Raven: Why GLBT Rights are Important to Me

Feminist Moment
I want to have a rabid, bra-burning, Lavender Menace Feminist Moment. Right now, Right here, Get the kerosene ready and the kindling out.
Let me preface with what brought this on.
I have a weight and a strength problem; too much of one and not enough of the other. So when my family walked into Academy, I went off to go look at those wrist and ankle weights that strap on. Read More »
Hate, Hypocrisy, and Intolerance
Here it comes, again, folks: hate. Once again, members of not only the Left, but also the Right are attacking conservative talk radio. The charge? Hate speech. Specifically, they accuse such radio hosts as Rush Limbaugh, Michael Savage, Sean Hannity, and Glenn Beck of hating John McCain and illegal immigrants.
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S.O.S. (Same 'Ol...uh, "Stuff!")
Have you ever noticed how short-term our memories are over a period of time? Read More »
Allegory of the Cave
Plato the philosopher once told a story of a man who was chained facing a wall in a cave, unable to turn his body or head in any direction. Behind him the cave sloped upwards toward the sun, but along the way were figures which would dance and move in the sunlight, casting shadows on the wall in front of the chained prisoner. Read More »
Diversity in Southern Suburbia
Until the second quarter of my third grade year, I was just a normal, blonde-haired, brown-eyed, middle-class kid; then, my parents got divorced. The funny thing was: my parents never fought. Besides the one time that Mom and Dad argued over what kind of cream cheese to buy from Wal-Mart, I had never witnessed them quarrel. The counselor always taught students how to deal with divorce when parents fought, but I had no idea what to do because my parents didn’t. It didn’t make sense. Why would my parents get divorced if they never fought? “We just fell out of love.” A few weeks after Mom moved out, she took her eight-year-old, blonde-haired daughter into the living room and made her different. My mom sat down on the floor with me, in front of the Christmas tree, and taught me what “gay” meant. My mom was gay. " Read More »

God Hates Fags
Another excelent adventure in that mysterious backwater universe of Interland has lead me to another amazing site, supported by Legion of loving fans. Read More »
intolerance.
why is it that intolerance is looked down upon? i don't understand why it has such a negative connotation. Read More »


