Provocative....

Do you ever start to comment on someone else's blog, and then stop yourself so you don't commit "blogjacking?" Miss Ginger doesn't do it often enough, and she apologizes profusly for her gaff if she has "jacked" any of your comment sections!

But sometimes you read a post that so provocative that you just have to let it out! So this post references one made by Sheria on her blog, The Examined Life. (Check her out!)

Sheria blogged on the poor judgement of several reporters, cartoonists, and business people who had produced works that many percieved as racist. Because she truly has a beautiful soul, I think she was much more understanding of the ingorance that created these "works" than I would have been!

It made me think about the way society "groups" and "labels" people, and how those labels can be perceived as "politically correct" or "not". And how they are not applied consistently.

My ancestors came to this country from Germany. My Grandfather was born there, and because of his heavy accent, the people in the small town where I grew up nicknamed him "Dutch". It was not meant to be mean spirited, and he didn't take it that way. When he had a son, he proudly nicknamed him "Dutchie", and I still call him "Uncle Dutchie" to this day. But I don't consider myself a "German American", but simply "American". Even though one of my favorite family heirlooms is a cuckoo clock. And I've been known to wear leiderhosen!

No one even thinks of my "Germanity" as a minority, even though there are probably more people of Italian, English, Mexican, or African decent in the US than Germans. Why are "African Americans" considered a minority, but "German Americans" are not? Miss Ginger doesn't even like the word "minority"- it seems demeaning.

I'm not sure how others feel, but Miss Ginger thinks it's interesting that people within my same "minority" can call me anything they want, but you'd better say it like you mean it! For example, when I am flamboyant, a gay man can say to me "you are such a fag!" which I would take as a compliment. But my coworkers better not say that or I'd be in HR before you knew what hit you! (probably my purse!) And another drag queen can say to me "gurrrl, you are one fierce tranny!", but that's kinda weird if you're not a drag queen (or at least a drag aficianado!) And NO ONE calls me a tranny ho' and gets away with it: I will CUT you! (Just kidding- a little tranny humor there. I have never actually cut anyone except myself. And not on purpose. I'm not one of those goth girls who cuts herself!)

This post had a point- which I've lost. But I think is was:

"Why can't we just all love each other- dammit!"

And I personally think the President should be able to plant whatever he wants at the White House! Who says it has to be roses? When Miss Ginger becomes the first drag queen president, here is what she will plant: