Thursday, August 13, 2009

Why must we judge?

I got offended the other day. I know…surprising, isn’t it? I don’t get offended very easily. It comes from a couple of factors…I am very self-aware, so I can’t be blindsided much…also, I tend to do a lot of offending…and when you do a lot of offending, people try to give it back, so you develop a thick skin out of self preservation. So, it’s tough to offend me. There are a couple of ways though…One is to use the N-word…I hate that it bothers me but it does…I just can’t take it. And there is another, apparently. And that is to say or do something that indicates or implies that you feel you are somehow superior to me because you have chosen to “grow up” or “be adult” and I haven’t.

Here is another fact about me. I am 36 going on 22. I refuse to grow up. I embrace my immaturity and latch on to it in every damn context I can. I thought that the birth of my daughter would be the death of my immaturity and childhood but I found that it isn’t…it just requires a HELLUVA lot more work. But it can still be done.

I like to drink and get drunk. I love to go to strip clubs and I am not embarrassed to tell you all about them. I *LOVE* looking at women and the feminine form, especially breasts. I think porn is awesome and I like to watch it. I treat South Park almost like it is a religion. I play World of Warcraft as much as I can and I try and play lots of other computer games, as well. I am crass, rude, disrespectful and, at times, thoroughly unpleasant. I also drive like a complete fucking asshole, so much so that the Make-a-Wish people have me on their list for terminal patients who want to “feel alive”. I do not offer much redeeming value to society, beyond paying taxes. I don’t recycle, I vote republican with little or no mental reflection on what exactly that means. I support the war in Iraq and I voted for Bush. I keep a fan on my desk going 24-7 primarily so that Brian, the guy in the cube behind me, doesn’t have to smell my farts. And this is what I made for dinner on Saturday night, when the wife was out of town:



(It’s a 10oz burger with ketchup, mustard, mayo, bbq sauce, cheddar cheese, American cheese, ham, bacon, fried egg, onion, pickles and smoked sausage.) Let’s face it, I’m a kid.

So anyway, a couple of my cousin’s added me to Facebook. Next thing I know, my whole extended family is either requesting me or appearing on my suggestion list. I added them all…we’re not close but they’re fine people and I’ve nothing against being associated with them. So, on Tuesday morning, I got a post on my wall from my brother-in-law (my sister’s husband). He wrote “Sorry Big bro we can’t be friends… Your pics are a bit obscene…..” (ok, first of all, punctuation. We’re missing some commas and what the heck is 5 periods, anyway?) And I discovered that he had kicked me from his profile. And you know what, it bugged me. It bugged me a lot.

I surmise that he took exception to the 9 (NINE!) albums of pictures of me and my friends at the 2009 AVN Expo, which is the world’s largest convention of the porn industry. I go every year and meet lots of porn stars and take pictures of them. It’s a blast! Further, none of the pictures are obscene, as Facebook doesn’t allow obscene pics and removes them when you post them. (or so I read somewhere…) I’m not sure but I don’t what else it could be…

I don’t get why we have to pretend like we don’t like porn, or getting drunk or any of the tons of “carnal” or “sinful” pleasures. Ok…that’s not true…I get it….I don’t LIKE it. It’s dumb. Why can’t we just be who we are without people being upset or bothered by it? You don’t have to enjoy what I enjoy but can’t you just let me enjoy it without judging it? Ok…so you don’t like porn. (I’ll leave off the issue of the more likely scenario that you do like it and can’t admit it, either to me or to yourself…) Why is it wrong for me to like it? Why does it embarrass you to be associated with me because of a choice I make or a lifestyle I embrace?

Oh well, he doesn’t want to be my friend, there’s nothing I can do about it. But it still bugs me. Especially because I discovered it only moments after I mailed him the first season of TrueBlood because my mom said he wanted to see it. Ugh.

7 comments:

Patrick Aurience said...

I think you might be over-reacting here (shocking to say the least). He dumped you off his friend list on Facebook, not his life. You had content in your profile which for reasons either personal or professional, he did not want his profile connecting to. He didn't ask you to take it down, but he couldn't link to it either. A lot of organizations now review the profiles of people that apply for jobs and the profiles of their friends to guage if they are a good fit for the organization. Some of these organizations might frown upon scantily clad women in various provocative poses being in the profile of a person that this person has chosen to link to. I don't think it is about you as much as it is about his image. I am sure he beats off to just as much porn as you do.

Please pardon any typos or grammatical errors as I am typing this on my Blackberry.

Blackberry, one of the worst word processors ever. Second only to the iPhone.

Brian said...

Pat's right (except in dissing the iPhone).

Though I do understand the undertone of your comments. Personally, I hate the fact that some people view me as not a serious person because I'm not married and I don't have kids. Apparently I'd had a baby when I was 18 and divorced out of my miserable marriage at 34, like some people I went to HS with, that would render me "serious."

Doing important things, even if it's in bad judgment, makes you serious, it seems.

But using my free time to help kids and contribute to my community apparently makes me immature.

And we wonder why the country's in the state it's in.

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Brian said...

Honestly, I'm not overly concerned about what other people think. I believe in what I do.

But when you do what I do, you can't completely ignore other people's opinion of you, even if you want to.

For example, I learned that I had some parents this spring who assumed that the reason I rode my bike everywhere was because I'd lost my license in a DWI. They could've assumed I was poor or a tree-hugger or wanted to get in shape. But no, they assumed the worst possible scenario... without even asking. As much as it shouldn't bother me (considering how absurd), it does, because when you're coaching kids, the parents' opinions unfortunately matter.

GenWar said...

I see your point, but that is what I disagree with. It isn't so much that my brother-in-law is judging me as those others you refer to are...

Why does he need to be afraid that some company will discount him because of his association with me? In my opinion, the company or representative is just as guilty of judging and should stop it.

When I say, "Why must we judge?" I don't JUST mean, you me and him. I mean, ALL of us.

Still, in all fairness, my profile doesn't have my real name...(not that you would need Holmes to figure out it is me.)

-gen

Patrick Aurience said...

By the way, I must say that that burger looks absolutely disgusting. I mean you could have at the very least put something like KFC Popcorn Chicken on it to get the cow/pig/chicken trifecta. I don't think that egg counts as chicken because there has been no conception. Unless of course you eat fertilized chicken eggs in which case. Wow.

Pat A.

Supergirl said...

it's part of the human nature to judge. we want to feel somehow superior or better than the next, selfishly. i'm guilty, i'm sure everyone is in some way. use that thick skin to just say fuck it. i don't need that kinda attitude in my life, or on my facebook page. it's what you enjoy, and there's nothing wrong with that. some are open minded enough to see that and some aren't. i guess if it's not their cup of tea, they don't have look at it. at least he told you why he was deleting you, right?
p.s. porn rocks.