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As noted elsewhere, I've just been singled out as an intolerant liberal attack blog b/c of a one-line post I made (now locked) about a local news personality and his remarks about two queer BFFs having a kid together.
Some folks who are, like, actually having a discussion of the issues instead of using my comments as a platform to spew canned rhetoric, have suggested Wilson might have a point -- these two people aren't in love with each other. Is their friendship bond a strong enough one to sustain the difficulties of parenting a child? Maybe it's worth thinking twice about that sort of thing?
But my answer is this: divorced parents still raise children. Foster parents raise children. Single parents raise children. Grandmothers, aunts, and other forms of extended families raise children.
The idea that a romantic bond is required to raise a child valorizes romantic love in a way that makes me itchy, especially when you consider how recent, say, marriage as a love match is as a concept.
This is not to say that it's not worth thinking real hard about doing something like the two people Mr. W*lson* referenced are doing. BFFs may not be F. Housing experiences in my past have, uh, underlined this problem to me. A romantic bond is a very nice thing to have, I imagine, to buffer the travails of parenthood.
But I wouldn't call an arrangement that doesn't have a romantic component a "travesty." I wouldn't call it out in public. Especially in these times, when all alternatives to the heterosexual nuclear family are under *real* attack, real destabilization.
You can call me "intolerant" all you want for that, but I will just laugh at you.
P.S. I will also dissolve into giggles when you tell me that "almost everyone on earth" would agree with Mr. W*lson's statements. then I will throw an anthropology textbook at your head. Oops, how intolerant of me!
P.P.S. visitors, as you can see from a quick glance at my posts, this journal is mostly about art, sports, food, and teeth. I have very strong political opinions, but I almost never post them here. If you're looking for a debate, you'll be disappointed -- this just isn't that kind of blog. If you're looking for evidence of my liberal depravity, though, you'll probably find it.
* asterisk provided to foil search engines, and b/c I am snarky. Tolerant, but snarky.
Some folks who are, like, actually having a discussion of the issues instead of using my comments as a platform to spew canned rhetoric, have suggested Wilson might have a point -- these two people aren't in love with each other. Is their friendship bond a strong enough one to sustain the difficulties of parenting a child? Maybe it's worth thinking twice about that sort of thing?
But my answer is this: divorced parents still raise children. Foster parents raise children. Single parents raise children. Grandmothers, aunts, and other forms of extended families raise children.
The idea that a romantic bond is required to raise a child valorizes romantic love in a way that makes me itchy, especially when you consider how recent, say, marriage as a love match is as a concept.
This is not to say that it's not worth thinking real hard about doing something like the two people Mr. W*lson* referenced are doing. BFFs may not be F. Housing experiences in my past have, uh, underlined this problem to me. A romantic bond is a very nice thing to have, I imagine, to buffer the travails of parenthood.
But I wouldn't call an arrangement that doesn't have a romantic component a "travesty." I wouldn't call it out in public. Especially in these times, when all alternatives to the heterosexual nuclear family are under *real* attack, real destabilization.
You can call me "intolerant" all you want for that, but I will just laugh at you.
P.S. I will also dissolve into giggles when you tell me that "almost everyone on earth" would agree with Mr. W*lson's statements. then I will throw an anthropology textbook at your head. Oops, how intolerant of me!
P.P.S. visitors, as you can see from a quick glance at my posts, this journal is mostly about art, sports, food, and teeth. I have very strong political opinions, but I almost never post them here. If you're looking for a debate, you'll be disappointed -- this just isn't that kind of blog. If you're looking for evidence of my liberal depravity, though, you'll probably find it.
* asterisk provided to foil search engines, and b/c I am snarky. Tolerant, but snarky.
