On this night I just can't help but offer my two cents to the asshole whose blatantly anti-Semitic, homophobic slurs begin to radiate throughout the space where I so calmly and coolly am drinking a semi-local brew on my night off.
I wrote to Sia on Twitter and expressed my disappointment. I wasn't expecting a reply, but, to my surprise, she responded and thoughtfully listened, and we proceeded to have a lengthy (by Twitter standards) conversation.
If we can't talk about differences that puzzle us, or things we're curious about, without fear of giving offense, then how can we ever overcome our ignorance about cultures and races -- or even the opposite sex?
We've all felt haunted by our sexuality at some point or another, but most of us don't decide to project these frustrations onto one of the great literary masterpieces of all time, while claiming to show "what's really going on."
To protect their "dirty" secret, these scoundrels are inciting persecution and passing discriminatory laws that lead to many forms of suicide: career, social, financial, emotional, spiritual, and actual.