Now, can someone please explain to me why I don’t live in Vermont:
Ben & Jerry’s, known for its euphoric ice cream flavors and dedication to social justice, celebrates the beginning of the freedom to marry for gay and lesbian couples in Vermont with the symbolic renaming of its well-known ice cream flavor “Chubby Hubby” to “Hubby Hubby.” In partnership with Freedom to Marry, Ben & Jerry’s aims to raise awareness of the importance of marriage equality and, to show its support, will serve “Hubby Hubby” sundaes in Vermont Scoop Shops throughout the month of September. [more]
Ben and Jerry's: Hubby Hubby!
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So says the Rev Peter Mullen on his blog. In fact, he wants all gay men to say it. Forever. Tattooed on their butts.
How … nice. Different, I suppose. (And bears alarming echoes of familiarity.)
Anyway, putting that aside, most of what Mullen has to say is a load of balls – just what you’d expect. You know, he bangs on about the “militant preaching of homosexuality” (see wongaBlog and his militant toast) and thinks gay pride should be banned as it’s obscene. The usual.
In fact, while you can’t read the actual post, because the Church of England forced him to remove it, you can see previous posts in this cached version, courtesy of Google. You need the cached version because petermullen.typepad.com no longer seems to work.
Yup, the guy’s an idiot.
But I am, I must confess, rather suspicious about the motives behind the CofE’s order that it be taken down. Is it because it was offensive, or because it reminded the public what many people in the Church really believe? Personally, with no evidence to back me up, I can’t help but think it’s the latter.
Why hide it? Too many people in organised religion (from punters to preachers) are narrow-minded bigots, the Rev Mullens of this world. But we can’t make our world a better place if we pretend that we’re all friends and that there isn’t a problem. There is a problem. It’s huge. Can we just deal with it, please?
Google Reader may well be driving me up the wall at the moment (every so often I get sick to the back teeth of Bloglines and emigrate elsewhere, swearing that this time, it’s final…) but there’s a huge reason to love Google, no matter what:
As an Internet company, Google is an active participant in policy debates surrounding information access, technology and energy. Because our company has a great diversity of people and opinions — Democrats and Republicans, conservatives and liberals, all religions and no religion, straight and gay — we do not generally take a position on issues outside of our field, especially not social issues. So when Proposition 8 appeared on the California ballot, it was an unlikely question for Google to take an official company position on.
However, while there are many objections to this proposition — further government encroachment on personal lives, ambiguously written text — it is the chilling and discriminatory effect of the proposition on many of our employees that brings Google to publicly oppose Proposition 8. While we respect the strongly-held beliefs that people have on both sides of this argument, we see this fundamentally as an issue of equality. We hope that California voters will vote no on Proposition 8 — we should not eliminate anyone’s fundamental rights, whatever their sexuality, to marry the person they love.
Can’t remember where I saw this but the hat tip belongs to … someone. Lol
Hurrah, yet another gay MP has done the deed
and “married” * their partner at a Civil Partnership ceremony. This time it’s the turn of Parliament’s only openly gay woman, the Treasury Minister Angela Eagle and her partner Maria Exall. I have met them both (no, I’m not name dropping, there’s a silly and childish story involved) so I think it’s ok to say congratulations and mean it.
So, that silly and childish story. Three years ago, I was a delegate at Labour Party conference. I went to the reception they have at the start of conference and I don’t know how, but I ended up chatting to a group of people that included Angela and Maria. Then they announced that Blair was due to arrive at any minute. “Oh bloody hell”, said one of the group. “I can’t, I really can’t.” So we headed outside for a cigarette instead. I was in the middle of the group, ahead of Angela and Maria. “Faster, he’s coming”, hissed a woman’s voice and I was pushed through the doorway…
I came within about an inch of head-butting the PM, who was a lot closer than anyone realised. Apart from me. I knew exactly how close he was.
With a startled expression on his face, he looked over me at Angela and Maria. “Leaving so soon, Angela?” he quipped and pretended to be deaf as we skittered off, giggling like naughty schoolgirls. I pinched a cigarette, smoked it and then wandered off to find another party to crash, lest I be duped into beating up other world leaders.
Hat tip to NightHawk.
* Let’s not kid ourselves that it’s the same thing. Close, but no pie. No, I don’t know why I said that either.