A friend sent a link today that graphically represents how demography influences the recent votes on gay marriage. Please visit sociological images to see the graph.
A few things that stuck out to me:
1) A lot of places where gay marriage and/or strong civil unions exist have the highest rates of public acceptances. This includes
Massachusetts (#1, gay marriage)
Vermont (#2, gay marriage)
Connecticut (#4, gay marriage)
New Hampshire (#5, gay marriage)
Maine (#6, gay marriage passed by legislature, voted down with Prop 1)
California (#7, gay marriage passed by court, voted down with Prop 8)
Washington (#8, civil unions just affirmed by referendum)
2) Iowa is pretty far down the list (about mid-way down). The overall score of support is ~40%. If gay marriage was not passed at the ballot box in Maine (where support was nominally ~50%), then Iowa certainly wouldn't pass it. My only consolation at this point is that it won't end up on the ballot for a few more years, and even then it might not be put up for a vote.
3) Demography will change this issue, even if people don't change their minds. The young of today will be the old of tomorrow. The old of today will not vote tomorrow. The data points will steadily march rightward to the higher acceptance percentages.
4) If we need to rely on demography, gay marriage has made most of the gains that are possible at this time. Sure, my list above shows that Rhode Island could pass civil unions and/or gay marriage and it would likely stick at the ballot box. But otherwise, no other regions now have majority public support for gay marriage. Ready for a long wait?
(Day 514)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The hilarity continues
About every other week my husband and I get some awkward comments from people passing us by. This weekend was by far one of the more hilarious and quotable ones. Please visit my husband's post on it for the details.
(Day 514)
(Day 514)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Boodle
Each couple, as they grow closer together, seem to develop a language specific to their relationship. For some people, it is baby talk. For others, it is sarcasm. For even others, it's strange pet names.
Jonas and I have developed our language over a few years now. The first edition was primarily focused on Strong Bad phrases and intonations from homestarrunner.com. Yes, it sounds weird, but it's true. We both loved Homestar Runner and somehow (through no conscious choice of our own) it became a facet of our daily communications.
Though by no means gone from our vocabulary, Strong Bad has now taken a backseat to our newest love phrase: the boodle. Yep, the boodle. Many times this will be a string of boodles in a row, such as "boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle!" Or sometimes just a single exclamatory "BOODLE!" Many phone conversations no longer begin with a "hey!", but rather a "boodle!" But the best use of the boodle has recently been as I'm falling asleep during the week and wishing he were here in my arms, rather than 2 hours away, I begin rolling around in bed and boodling aloud, wishing he were there to watch and then pounce on me in the bed.
Strange? Yes. But I must admit, I loooooove the boodles!
(Day 495)
Jonas and I have developed our language over a few years now. The first edition was primarily focused on Strong Bad phrases and intonations from homestarrunner.com. Yes, it sounds weird, but it's true. We both loved Homestar Runner and somehow (through no conscious choice of our own) it became a facet of our daily communications.
Though by no means gone from our vocabulary, Strong Bad has now taken a backseat to our newest love phrase: the boodle. Yep, the boodle. Many times this will be a string of boodles in a row, such as "boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle boodle!" Or sometimes just a single exclamatory "BOODLE!" Many phone conversations no longer begin with a "hey!", but rather a "boodle!" But the best use of the boodle has recently been as I'm falling asleep during the week and wishing he were here in my arms, rather than 2 hours away, I begin rolling around in bed and boodling aloud, wishing he were there to watch and then pounce on me in the bed.
Strange? Yes. But I must admit, I loooooove the boodles!
(Day 495)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Volunteering ... success!
As an update to the last post, this morning my husband and I were able to volunteer to help keep the same-sex marriage law in Maine. The whole thing was quite new to both of us, as neither of us had ever before volunteered for a campaign before.
First, there was the training to do calls. We logged into a conference call and simultaneously saw a webcast of how to make the calls. Very slick interface, very easy to understand. We could see how it is a system used by many campaigns, all the way from local politicians to state-wide campaigns like this one. Aah, the legacy of telemarketing :-)
But then came the calling. I must admit, we were both quite nervous about the calling. I personally have a hate-hate relationship with phones. If I have any other option of communication, I choose it before I choose the phone. But in the end, we both sat down and began to make some calls. Many were ones where nobody answered, some were people who hate telemarketers (which I completely understand), and a small handful were people who actually cared. In the end, we had a small impact, but one that was on the whole helpful, and enlightening about how the entire process works for a winning campaign. Or what we certainly hope will be a winning campaign!
(Day 470)
First, there was the training to do calls. We logged into a conference call and simultaneously saw a webcast of how to make the calls. Very slick interface, very easy to understand. We could see how it is a system used by many campaigns, all the way from local politicians to state-wide campaigns like this one. Aah, the legacy of telemarketing :-)
But then came the calling. I must admit, we were both quite nervous about the calling. I personally have a hate-hate relationship with phones. If I have any other option of communication, I choose it before I choose the phone. But in the end, we both sat down and began to make some calls. Many were ones where nobody answered, some were people who hate telemarketers (which I completely understand), and a small handful were people who actually cared. In the end, we had a small impact, but one that was on the whole helpful, and enlightening about how the entire process works for a winning campaign. Or what we certainly hope will be a winning campaign!
(Day 470)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Volunteering ... delayed
Today HRC sent out an email, asking for people to help make phone calls for a prominent pro-gay marriage outfit in Maine. The idea is to raise support and knowledge about the upcoming ballot measure, which the Yes side is trying to have succeed in taking away the right of marriage for gays.
My husband suggested we do the calling this weekend, so we signed up for a training session tonight. And then we waited for an email with instructions to come.
Then we waited some more.
And waited.
And ... waited.
The email never came. I've emailed them for a later training. But my hope is this is just a fluke and we're able to end up helping. I just had flashbacks to when Pomoprophet was turned away from helping defeat Prop 8 in California, and we all know how that turned out.
(Day 467)
My husband suggested we do the calling this weekend, so we signed up for a training session tonight. And then we waited for an email with instructions to come.
Then we waited some more.
And waited.
And ... waited.
The email never came. I've emailed them for a later training. But my hope is this is just a fluke and we're able to end up helping. I just had flashbacks to when Pomoprophet was turned away from helping defeat Prop 8 in California, and we all know how that turned out.
(Day 467)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Domestic Partnership
So I've been going to a lot of weddings this year. And when I say a lot, I mean:
January: 1 in Kansas
February: 1 in Iowa
July: 2 in Iowa (including my own legal wedding, woo hoo!)
August: 1 in Iowa
And now I have one more to report:
September: 1 in Maryland
This last one stands out to me because 1) they hold a special place in my heart, not the least because they hold a special place in my husband's heart and 2) they're another gay couple. I won't quibble here between "marriage" and "domestic partnership" (since that's what Maryland offers). It could have just as easily been called "the cutest thing ever" and it would be just as accurate.
It was late on Friday afternoon when my husband and I went with them to the notary public to sign the documentation. It seemed to go so fast, with a flurry of signing and then we were out the door. I just had to hold us up and say "wait a second, I think we need to think about what just happened!" It was adorable how walking down the street from the store back to the car they held hands, just a comfortable, relaxing stroll of a partnered couple.
These friends have been together for quite some time now and, like my husband and I, have worked through many religious issues of their own, as well as have dealt with nonsupportive parents. But through it all, they have come out with a stronger relationship that I hope will continue to blossom over the coming years. Congratulations, (DJ)^2 (or JD^2?)!
(Note: there are an additional two weddings to go to this year ... bringing the total to ::drum roll:: 8!)
(Day 466 ... can you believe how big a number that is?!)
January: 1 in Kansas
February: 1 in Iowa
July: 2 in Iowa (including my own legal wedding, woo hoo!)
August: 1 in Iowa
And now I have one more to report:
September: 1 in Maryland
This last one stands out to me because 1) they hold a special place in my heart, not the least because they hold a special place in my husband's heart and 2) they're another gay couple. I won't quibble here between "marriage" and "domestic partnership" (since that's what Maryland offers). It could have just as easily been called "the cutest thing ever" and it would be just as accurate.
It was late on Friday afternoon when my husband and I went with them to the notary public to sign the documentation. It seemed to go so fast, with a flurry of signing and then we were out the door. I just had to hold us up and say "wait a second, I think we need to think about what just happened!" It was adorable how walking down the street from the store back to the car they held hands, just a comfortable, relaxing stroll of a partnered couple.
These friends have been together for quite some time now and, like my husband and I, have worked through many religious issues of their own, as well as have dealt with nonsupportive parents. But through it all, they have come out with a stronger relationship that I hope will continue to blossom over the coming years. Congratulations, (DJ)^2 (or JD^2?)!
(Note: there are an additional two weddings to go to this year ... bringing the total to ::drum roll:: 8!)
(Day 466 ... can you believe how big a number that is?!)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tupperware
My husband and I have gotten into the habit of cooking three dishes together each Saturday/Sunday when we visit each other. Dividing up the food between the two of us, it tends to be enough for lunches and dinners throughout the week.
This Sunday, we did the same, merrily working in the kitchen cooking and baking quiches and frittatas while glancingly viewing "The Bucket List". Finishing up, I began cleaning the dishes, but after a minute turned around to see my suddenly silent husband. Hovering over some pyrex dishes, dividing the food, he was sobbing. Immediately moving over to console him, he said through the sobs, "I think tupperware is the saddest thing in the world."
Now, tupperware really isn't the saddest thing in the world. But what is sad is what it represents: each week needing to divide up our stuff, load up the car, separate ourselves for another week. The first week of it was difficult, but tolerable. The first month of it was depressing, but tolerable. But now it's past the first year of the periodic separations, and it's becoming intolerable. God, let me swiftly graduate so that we don't have to keep doing this much longer!
(Day 409)
This Sunday, we did the same, merrily working in the kitchen cooking and baking quiches and frittatas while glancingly viewing "The Bucket List". Finishing up, I began cleaning the dishes, but after a minute turned around to see my suddenly silent husband. Hovering over some pyrex dishes, dividing the food, he was sobbing. Immediately moving over to console him, he said through the sobs, "I think tupperware is the saddest thing in the world."
Now, tupperware really isn't the saddest thing in the world. But what is sad is what it represents: each week needing to divide up our stuff, load up the car, separate ourselves for another week. The first week of it was difficult, but tolerable. The first month of it was depressing, but tolerable. But now it's past the first year of the periodic separations, and it's becoming intolerable. God, let me swiftly graduate so that we don't have to keep doing this much longer!
(Day 409)
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