Update: emj has found the link to the article that set me off. I should have known it was related to Abstinence-Only education. What else could cling to fantasy so doggedly?
I wish I could remember where I read this. Yesterday I was surfing around and clicked on a link somebody put up. I don’t even remember the topic of the linked post, whether it was the perils of gay marriage or teen sex, but one sentence branded itself on the inside of my skull, and I’m having difficulty getting over it. It said, “Sex within the confines of a faithful, legal marriage is the standard expectation of our society.”
What? No, it isn’t! That isn’t even close to what our expectations are regarding physical relationships between adults. In fact, according to the Guttmacher Institute, “premarital sex is nearly universal, and has been for decades.”
That is the expectation of our society, and when you think about it, just about every interaction you have with other adults reflects it. The fact that “sex within the confines of marriage is the best” gets any media attention at all is remarkable. There may be people who tsk at the thought of so many people hooking up outside marriage, but tsking isn’t close to having an expectation of a standard behavior.
The company where I work is populated with mostly political conservatives. Of course, there are a quite a few liberals such as myself, and one of my cubicle neighbors is from Canada, and you know how crazy those people are*, but by and large it’s a Republican group in a red county. Last year, one of our coworkers got pregnant. It’s her second child with her boyfriend, and it’s an interracial relationship, and do you know what the gossip topic was behind her back? How quickly she took off the baby weight from her first pregnancy.
Nobody cares. Nobody thought the pregnancy was accidental or unwanted. Nobody was shocked that she wasn’t married, because nobody expected her to be. In the end, everybody got together and threw her a baby shower, and after the birth, photos of the mother and baby were passed around the office.
Oh, how I wish I could remember where I read that article, so you could all point and laugh with me. While of course, I respect the right for anyone to have any sort of batshit insane opinion, I do not understand why articles with flatly untrue statements like that are printed as fact anywhere. Just absurd.
Anyway, I couldn’t find that article, but I did find this one.
The headline, in case you don’t feel like clicking on the link, says “Tip Leads Cops to 992 pounds of Pot.”
I read this headline to my husband, and he said what I bet a lot of you are thinking right now, “Gee, I wonder why the other 8 pounds didn’t make it back to the station.”
Sure, I think the cops took it. Because I know the expectation of many, many people, when they think about finding that much pot, is not to be shocked, but to instead say, “Yay!” And that includes cops. My theory is that pot busts are usually only made so cops can get to someone who they think is committing another, serious crime. Like Al Capone getting busted for tax evasion.
In a recent episode of House, they filmed a scene that showed my celebrity boyfriend sitting in a window, smoking a joint and blowing the smoke outside, and it was met with no real reaction from the other characters, and after the episode aired, there was absolutely no reaction from anybody, anywhere.
And it’s not just television, either. Look at our political leaders. Did Bill Clinton smoke pot? Yes, although he “didn’t inhale.” That was 14 years ago. Then it evolved to George Bush, saying, Yes, but then I found God. And now Barack Obama, who currently is just simply saying, Yes, but I outgrew it.
In another 14 years we’re going to have a President install grow lights in the Oval Office and nobody’s going to raise an eyebrow.
In my last apartment, the people who rented it before us (two men who were having sex with each other outside the confines of marriage, I might add, and nobody cared) used to sit on the back porch and smoke pot and toss the seeds over the guardrail onto the dirt below. Then they moved out, we moved in, and by the time summer came around, we had a most glorious pot garden growing down below.
I was the first person to notice, and stood there staring at it for several minutes, motionless, like I was looking at a unicorn in the backyard. Eventually, I was joined by one neighbor, then another, and finally our landlord. There we stood, side by side, ranging from ages 24-74, staring at over one hundred happy plants. Finally, our landlord said, “Well, I’m going to have to pull all these up. I don’t want to get in trouble. I’m going to go to the garage and get a shovel. I’ll probably be gone for about ten minutes, just so you know.”
So I guess my question is: Why is pot illegal, exactly? Smoking pot is a crime that not even police get their panties in a twist over. I myself have walked past police in New York City while smoking a joint, and they didn’t even bother to acknowledge it. Is it because we want to be seen as a nation that takes a hard stance against drugs, even though in reality, we get more bent out of shape over cigarettes, which are legal? Why are we kidding ourselves? Wouldn’t we be happier just admitting that we’re a nation of cohabitating potsmokers?
I’d be happier, anyway.
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*I mean, they actually have a tendency to draft legislation on social issues to actually reflect their expectations, not mask them. Canada. My God.