Like little stars.
Shhhhhh. If we just don’t talk about things that make us uncomfortable – like evolution or homosexuality – they’ll magically disappear! Because that’s worked so well for, I don’t know, all of civilization. But you keep rocking, Tennessee.
On Tuesday, the state moved closer to passing House Bill 229, better known as the “Don’t Say Gay” bill, which will prohibit “teaching of alternative lifestyles.” The state already bans sex education for grades K-8, but that’s not enough for some. The bill’s Republican sponsor Rep. Joey Hensley explained this week that “I have two children — in the third and fourth-grade — and don’t want them to be exposed to things I don’t agree with … Even though the state board disallows this now, I’m afraid it does happen and sex education is talked about in a way that it is acceptable.”
Wow. Where to begin? First of all, just because you don’t agree with things doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be acknowledged. A moral education is one that exists within reality. Kids are taught all the time about things we don’t agree with. It’s called history.
Second, and more significantly, pretending gay people don’t exist won’t make them disappear. As Born This Way blog creator Paul V. told Salon Wednesday, “I grew up in a completely heterosexual society, and it didn’t take.”
I could go on all day about the lunatic idiocy of this kind of thing, but instead I’ll just let the wonderful, recently departed Adrienne Rich explain it. “Whatever is unnamed, undepicted in images, whatever is omitted from biography, censored in collections of letters, whatever is misnamed as something else, made difficult-to-come-by, whatever is buried in the memory by the collapse of meaning under an inadequate or lying language,” she said, “this will become, not merely unspoken, but unspeakable.” Sure, there are those who’d prefer that homosexuality remain unspeakable. But what a sad, hateful and, ultimately, utterly pointless excuse for “education.”
Like little stars.
World's best pie apple. Essential for Tarte Tatin. Has five prominent ribs.
So pretty. So early. So ephemeral. Tastes like strawberry candy (slightly).
My personal fave. Ultra-crisp. Graham cracker flavor. Should be famous. Isn't.
High flavored with notes of blood orange and allspice. Very rare.
Jefferson's favorite. The best all-purpose American apple.
New Hampshire's native son has a grizzled appearance and a strangely addictive curry flavor. Very, very rare.
Makes the best hard cider in America. Soon to be famous.
Freak seedling found in an Oregon field in the '60s has pink flesh and a fragrant strawberry snap. Makes a killer rose cider.
Ben Franklin's favorite. Queen Victoria's favorite. Only apple native to NYC.
Really does taste like pineapple.