Actually, since this weekend is another write-off and I’m a lazy sod, and since I wasted a lot of time and effort on these debates over the past few days when I should have been writing, I figured I might as well double them up and add them as blog posts. And this one, referred to in yesterday’s Facebook-reposting of the racism debate, will have been something those of you outside of Facebook (ie. both of my major full-time readers and commenters) may have missed out on, and it bears repeating.
So this is a true story, of what happened the last time we went to get McDonald’s drive-through.
I’m curious about the girl-Happy-Meal packaging too, but not so much that I will go to McDonald’s specifically for it. Maybe once I start to get hungry, I will.
I did appreciate Zachary stepping up to offer the Devil’s Advocate position, and I have been a bit puzzled by what I see as something of a reversal of my usual “political correctness can go and bite my un-butt” position about sensitive issues. These two discussions cast them in stark opposition, in fact – race in one, gender in the other. I don’t know if my views are really opposed in these two cases, or if it’s just a matter of one thing being completely different to the other. Or, as common sense might suggest, everything being subjective and depending entirely on what you consider to be right or wrong, annoying or cute, damaging or fine.
I don’t know anymore.