Hope and Books. Both can be a day dream or an escape. A path forward to places, ideas, and knowledge we could not otherwise obtain. My youngest will soon to be 18. She is very much her father’s daughter. In an academic setting she has been writing about sexuality, art, and politics in an unabashed manner for several years. She has followed an extremely nontraditional path. The Blonde and I are both very proud of the young woman she’s become.
Below is a sample of the text books from her fall university term. Her courses include Gender Studies, Human Sexuality, the impact of religion on politics and culture, and of course an honors level class on what else but the importance of Harry Potter. At the risk of being controversial (yet again) I can hear choirs of family members damning me to hell again for allowing such a course of education. That Choir can fuck off. Proudly I can state she picked her own courses.
Maybe there is hope for the next generation. That the world will move towards being more open. That the fanatics and zealots won’t win that day. That they will go back to their holes and less than crowded places of gathering and perhaps the rest of us will be less repressed and judgmental because of it. That differences will not only be accepted but appreciated. That everyone; but women in particular will be far more free and less controlled. That maybe if if my kids view the world through an open lens they will help others not raised in accepting and open environments to do the same.
So the optimist in me thinks Hope and Books might just be the right way forward.
It’s also very reassuring to know that I’m not the only one the thought police may show up for.
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