Alright everybody. For those of you that have been watching, many many thanks! I really do appreciate all the support.
Here it is, the FINAL EPISODE of Those With Class.
Laugh. Enjoy. Share?
-Mac
Alright everybody. For those of you that have been watching, many many thanks! I really do appreciate all the support.
Here it is, the FINAL EPISODE of Those With Class.
Laugh. Enjoy. Share?
-Mac
Dear Friend of a Person Who is Dear to Me,
This whole Chick-Fil-A thing is getting pretty out of hand.
Yesterday, someone very near and dear to me had an extremely rough time because his friends and family were posting pictures of themselves eating at Chick-Fil-A. He disagreed with the pictures, so he posted the HRC’s response pic.
His friends commented on the picture, but one comment got to me in particular. You, the Friend of a Person Who is Dear to Me, said that all Chick-Fil-A President Dan Cathy did was say in an interview that he agreed with the Bible, and that there is nothing wrong with that. This, my friend by association, is not the truth at all, and it is NOT why there are so many people upset.
If all Dan Cathy did was say that he believed in the traditional family as stated in the Bible then there wouldn’t be much of a fuss. (This is something we could get into, but we won’t… Okay, maybe just a little. I posted this quote on Facebook recently: “The fact that you can’t sell your daughter for three goats and a cow means we have already redefined marriage.” Yup, that about sums it up.) People are allowed to believe whatever they want. They can think that some white dude found some magical plates in a field. They can think that aliens had a nuclear war on Earth. Or they can think that a carpenter-turned-mystic walked on water and died for their sins. Hey, whatever lets you sleep at night.
But when your beliefs start effecting the lives of strangers, that’s when you lose me.
To the Friend of A Person Who is Dear to Me who mistakenly claimed all Dan Cathy did was say he believed in the traditional words of the Bible: You are 100% incorrect, and you should be embarrassed by your ignorance. Do you really think people are up in arms because he said he’s a Christian? Are you actually buying Fox News when they claim there is a “religious war” happening? Do you honestly believe everything is that black and white, and that when someone questions the morals and ethics of an outspoken Christian, they’re attacking your core values?
Chick-Fil-A has donated millions upon millions of dollars to groups disguised as “Christian organizations” so that they can be protected by people like you when they lobby and push and promote anti-equality policies and legislature through our government. It has donated over $5 million to organizations like the Family Research Council, which, among other things, spent $25,000 lobbying that US Congress should NOT condemn Uganda’s “Kill the Gays” bill.
According to the FRC’s mission statement, the “Family Research Council champions marriage and family as the foundation of civilization, the seedbed of virtue, and the wellspring of society.” Sure, that sounds pleasant enough, but how in the hell does homophobic Ugandan policy fit into that mission? And furthermore, how could any person with upstanding morals not condemn the killing of innocent people? Homosexuality should not be punishable by death, and anyone who thinks otherwise really needs to take a step back and reevaluate their ethic principles.
Peter Sprigg, the Senior Fellow for Policy Studies at the Family Research Council (whatever the fuck that title designates, I really couldn’t give any less of a shit) has been quoted on MSNBC’s Hardball as saying that he believes “there would be a place [in US policy] for criminal sanctions against homosexual behavior.” So not only does the FRC believe that other countries have the right to put homosexuals to death, but also that homosexual acts should be outlawed in the United States. Now, he didn’t say gays should be condemned to death in the US, but it’s not outlandish to assume that if the FRC eventually got their way and could legally ban gay behavior, that their next step would be to make homosexuality punishable by death.
So you see, Friend of Someone Who is Dear to Me, Chick-Fil-A President Dan Cathy didn’t just say that he believed in the traditional words of the Bible. That is not why people are so upset. What Dan Cathy did do is donate over $5 million dollars to organizations like the Family Research Council, organizations that publicly condone homosexuality and lobby for anti-equality legislation. And then Dan Cathy got smug about it, answering in an interview that he was “guilty as charged,” for doing so after his company for the longest time kept its donations hush-hush.
I’ve watched a lot of documentaries on the subjects of homosexuality and religion (thank you, Netflix). This by no means makes me an expert theologist, but most of them concluded that the Bible should not be translated literally and blah blah blah, I know it’s not gonna change your mind, so let’s not waste our time. Here’s what I assume about you:
But your book also says that it is part of human nature to sin and do wrong, and that includes everybody, including people like you, who believe the words of an ancient text. And if that’s the case, how can people like you be the Deciders of what is right vs. wrong? You can’t be moral crusaders if it is inherent in your being to be corrupt and bad. Perhaps with this logic you should reconsider your interpretation of your book. Perhaps, as sinful creatures, the idea that you pick and choose what you want to literally translate from your scripture is in and of itself the sin? Maybe the sin isn’t homosexuality. Maybe the sin is the misinterpretation?
So, dear Friend of The Person Who is Dear to Me, I hope you enjoyed your Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwich. And I really do mean that. I think you would agree that you didn’t really do much research into the topic when you posted your ignorant comment on the picture above, and that really you just heard Mike Huckabee declare August 1st “National Chick-Fil-A Day.” You were told to support your Christian companies, and you did just that. You love your god and you love deep fried chicken. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
But if you ever read this, I hope that you never eat there again. Because if you stopped translating the literal meaning of your book and actually absorbed some of its teachings, you’d realize that supporting a company that generalizes a minority population as degenerates is the sin. That’s the abomination. And if the peaceful and tolerant god from your book really does exist, how’s about you let him run the show from now on. Not Dan Cathy, or Mike Huckabee, or the Family Research Council. Because they are not the Deciders of what is right and what is wrong, and neither are you. And when you bought your chicken sandwich yesterday to celebrate Chick-Fil-A’s strong Christian principles, you participated in hurting thousands of people who have done absolutely nothing to you. At least now you know better. Let’s hope next time you do better.
Sincerely,
A Reader of Many Books
New (and penultimate) episode of Those With Class! This is my last credit as writer (but the season finale, written by my roommate, is hilarious!) but you’ll still be seeing my face as the character of Mic.
I do hope you guys enjoy this one. Shit gets weird. Let me know what you think!
-Mac
Hello everyone! My web series is still chugging along, and the newest episode was posted yesterday. If you’ve been watching, here’s the youtube link: http://tinyurl.com/TWCep104
If you need to play catch-up, visit http://thosewithclass.com and click on the episodes tab. (I made the website! very proud of my baby.)
You can also watch the newest episode right…. HERE!
Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think
(Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m the little redhead one.)
So guys, I promise I’ll do a super duper lengthy wordy blog soon. Because I know you really miss me blabbing about my childhood and whatever blah blah blah.
But, for now, I just wanted all y’all who watched and liked the first episode of my web series “Those With Class” to know that the second episode has premiered on YouTube. And we’ll be releasing a new episode every Tuesday for the next 5 weeks.
Hope you enjoy! Leave a comment and tell me what you think!
Have a Happy Fourth errrbody! Be safe. Let your drunk friends hold the fireworks while you light ‘em and run!
As some of you may know, some friends and I have been collaborating for the last year to make THE BEST WEB SERIES OF ALL TIME.
This is what we ended up with. Hope you like it! If you do, please join our facebook group to get updates on when the next episode is up, and check out the Those With Class website, I made it myself
Alright, here it is, the online premiere of Those With Class, episode 101 “The Morning After.” Let me know what you think!
One of the biggest debates in the whole Gay Rights movement is whether being homosexual is a choice or not. Nature vs. Nurture. Is there some magic mystery rainbow gene that makes your baby boy flick his wrist and giggle with a lisp? Or is your daughter a lesbian because you let her read comic books and wear Birkenstocks? Damn it, you knew you shouldn’t have let her go to softball camp in Portland.
Most gay people say that they were born that way. But I’ve met a few that say they find the opposite gender attractive, too. It’s just a choice that they’ve made. In all honesty, this is what it comes down to:
WHO. CARES.
Whether it’s a choice or not, what difference does it make? The fact is, there are alternate lifestyles than the ones coming from white-bread cookie cutter Bibledom. It shouldn’t matter to you, or anyone else. It’s still a civil rights issue.
Let’s go back a handful of decades, shall we? Back when being black was considered inferior in our society. Shit, until 1978, our dear presidential nominee Mitt Romney’s church didn’t even allow black men into priesthood. (And in the Church of Latter Day Saints, all head-of-household males are part of the priesthood. In other words, no Mormon black man could reach salvation.) I’m no hypocrisy theology expert, but to me that basically means being black was a sin. Here’s my math:
(There is some sort of temporary hell Mormons go to where they get the opportunity to repent. I guess that means if a Black spirit ends up there, it can be turned white, and then it will get to see Albino Jesus in all His pale, SPF glory.)
Apparently in 1978 the Church of Latter Day Saints discovered that being black was in fact not a choice. Like, duh. But what if being black was a choice? Would our religious communities have tried praying the black away? Would they have put our black youth into therapy, telling them that one day, if they tried hard enough, they could eventually be white and accepted in the eyes of God like everybody else?
Sounds fucking ridiculous, right? Well, that’s exactly what’s happening with LGBTs today. Because there is no physical difference between gay and straight people, many anti-gay groups (or “pro-family” or “pro-marriage” if you want to put some polish on a turd) think that it’s some sort of mental disorder, sexual confusion, or demonic takeover. And that’s just really fucking stupid.
If everybody in your family is sexually attracted to white people, but you’re attracted to Mexicans, should your family sit you down and have an intervention? Should they try to convince you that, if you put forth the effort, you might actually find a white person attractive? Regardless if it’s a choice or not, it’s still offensive for them to even suggest such things, as if something is inherently wrong with your judgement.
Here’s what I can tell you. I was born in 1987. I was a cute little kid. I started playing baseball as soon as I could find a mitt that fit my tiny hand. I loved going to the ballpark with my family, eating hot dogs and going pee in those huge trough urinals (it was an excuse to pee all over the wall!). I also loved basketball, and I played everyday at recess throughout grade school. I was naturally athletic and had no trouble picking up new sports.
You know what else I did? Played dress-up. My best friend and next door neighbor had the coolest fairy costumes and princess dresses, and I looked damn good in a tiara. Hey, I was a kid. So who cared? I don’t wear dresses anymore. I prefer pants.
I was also a gymnast, and a good one at that. I won Gold in the Washington State All Around when I was 13. So I spent half my life doing flips in a leotard, is that what made me gay?
Who. Cares.
Fact is: I am. I don’t really remember ever being physically attracted to girls. Sure, I liked them, and it registered that some girls were prettier than others. But so what? Straight men understand that Ryan Gosling is more attractive that Jim Belushi.
However, I do remember being physically attracted to boys right about when I hit puberty. At first I convinced myself that I didn’t like these boys, I just wanted to be like these boys. For the longest time I convinced myself that I wasn’t attracted to them, but attracted by the idea of them. After all, they were popular and handsome so who wouldn’t be? Oh wait, the other guys didn’t feel this way either? Huh. Oh, I mean– Yay boobies!!!
I’m really sick of all these conservative types claiming they know everything about nature. Being gay isn’t natural. It’s unnatural to go against procreation. If you actually gave a shit about nature, you wouldn’t try to stunt and deprive people of their sexual instincts, regardless if it’s an instinct they were born with or one they’ve acquired. People falling in love and enjoying each other is a beautiful thing, and discriminating against different types of love is the only thing that should be considered unnatural. It’s the 21st century, people. Why is this still an argument?
Moving on.
It’s that time of year, everyone. That’s right, the best show on television is back! No, I’m not talking about Game of Thrones, you nerdy assholes, so put down your Magic cards and stop dry-humping the trendiest J.R.R. Tolkien novel. It’s time to whip out the Kleenex and the bowl of vegan Cheetos, ’cause everybody’s favorite fat show is back! And, believe it or not, “Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition” is even bigger and better this season. At two hours long, the show itself is 60 minutes fatter!
I don’t know if it’s the fact that now I’m watching the show on my 46″ HDTV rather than my 13″ CrapBook, but even the contestants look larger-and-in-charger this year. Take Tony, for example.
At 49 and 398, his tits weighed more than me. These are the moments when I wish I would have spent the pretty penny and gotten the 3D tv. I want to see his sweat flying off the screen and seasoning my microwaved enchiladas.
And if obese people exponentially increasing their life’s worth through hard work and determination and much less Funyuns isn’t enough for you, then watch it for Chris Powell. The blue-eyed, perfectly fit, sexually ambiguous host is just as brave as his contestants, not only because he promises them a new life in a year, but also because he hugs these BFGs when they’re at their worst: sweaty and shirtless. I mean, it’s hard for me to kiss my sexy boyfriend if I’m not in an air-conditioned room. I don’t know how Mr. Powell does it.
I don’t think it will get better than Tony’s story. During the course of the year, he managed to lose 200 pounds while also:
I cried six times just during the “This week on Extreme Makeover” preview montage. I cried during the Hulu commercials when the father and son buy smartphones at the Verizon store and say “I Love You” in Man Code. I cried when I burnt the roof of my mouth on the vegan pizza I’d nuked in the microwave for too long. I cried when I knocked my red wine all over my couch because I miscalculated the distance of the wine glass because I was crying too much. I couldn’t. Stop. Crying.
The show airs on Sundays, and I’m a Hulu+ user. So come Monday night, please don’t call or text me. I’m busy. And I really can’t afford to lose another phone to water damage. At this point it’s just getting embarrassing.
I’ve been extremely happy for months now, and it’s the pits.
How am I supposed to bitch and moan about stupid things that bother me if all that insignificant bullshit doesn’t catch my attention anymore? I guess I’ll have to get used to putting forth an effort to be constantly annoyed.
It wasn’t always like this. The dumbest things used to set me off! If you take a stroll done My Freaking. Awesome. Life. Lane, you’ll recall such classic nags as upside-down toilet paper rolls, merciless LA sunshine, and how much Pixar sucked my nuts with Cars 2 (I will never understand car bugs). It’s not to say that I never wrote about happy things, but even my most optimistic blogs usually had a sarcastic undertone, mostly because I probably thought whatever I was writing about was stupid or below me.
But now, I don’t know what’s happened. I can’t seem to find anything to bitch about. Is this the end of My Freaking. Awesome. Life.? Is my life nothing to brag about anymore? Am I not above it all anymore?
I blame love. Fuck love and all the happiness that comes with it. What a god damn drag. Ugh. Seriously, I’m so happy right now I’m pissed.
I know exactly who to blame: my boyfriend. Before I met him, I could pump out a hate-blog in twenty minutes. All I had to do was go on Huffington Post or see what my roommate was wearing and at least a dozen judgmental thoughts would bloom like a beautiful bouquet of stinky poo-poo roses. But I wasn’t above my own ass-holery, either. If the internet or my roommate’s wardrobe didn’t suffice (and thanks to moi his wardrobe has improved substantially. Not to toot my own horn, but… “toot toot.”), I could almost always look in the mirror and find something that pissed me off. The fat on my tummy that just won’t go away no matter how hard I don’t eat, the white heads on my cheek that always creep back, the fact that I look like a man-baby… Self deprecation was my drug. It’s how I got through the day. I was like Lena Dunham on “Girls,” except I’d never get naked that often in front of a national audience. And honestly, neither should she.
So to my friends that keep demanding new blog posts: blame my boyfriend. He bought me flowers the other day because I went to his music show. I went to his show. I should have bought him flowers! DAMN HIM.
So yeah. Looks like I’m done complaining for now. I guess I’ll have to look elsewhere for creative inspiration. Thank God for Florida.