Tolerant. :P

You're missing an R in your journal name!:O

Time to put the "rant" in tolerant, huh? :P

HA!
I'll have to remember that.

No journals like that from me! :P

i can has link to rant? .3.

Mainly it's a trend I've noticed how people that go on at length in their profile about how tolerant they are, seem to have lots more angry rants in their journals about how much they don't like people.

nope no journals like that from me.

Hm, well most everything I write is a rant. Best try out that new ban/ignore feature. Supposed to block people from replying to you now, too. Doubt it makes them completely invisible when you're reading random art comments, tho. That would actually be cool imo.

It's one thing to rant. It's quite another to put up a badge of 'tolerance' with one hand and with the other type out a list of reasons you don't like certain groups of people. It's the same sort of thing as saying "I'm not a racist... BUT-"

I have found few people who don't get caught being hypocritical every so often. It's the frequency of the occurrence, and the severity. There are enlightened people who for the most part are non racist but might slip out a "colored" or N word in very limited company, and catch themselves immediately, and usually it happens when they're drunk or high. Then there are those who run for office claiming they aren't racist and among their circle of friends do every redneck thing up to and including attending their KKK meetings.

Two very different degrees of hypocrisy, ya think?

But there are the (hundreds of millions) of parents who at more than one time or other, tell their kids directly or indirectly, through actions and words, "Do as I say, not as I do." We learn as children watching the adults that it's quite all right once you grow up to play this game of double standards. It's a cultural norm. Maybe the parent has every reason - like underage alcohol, or smoking, or operating dangerous equipment including the car, and you see there are GOOD reasons there HAS to be rules for the adults that don't apply to the kids. Things the kids can see the adults doing they are not allowed to do. No getting into the medicine cabinet. No going to porn sites. No staying out late. On and on.

But do we UNDERSTAND and ACCEPT this? Hell no! This is the very fuel of teenage rebellion! It's the precise reason why, since time immemorial, teenage years have always meant shouting matches with your parents, either your gender match or opposite. Usually the match, boys with the father, girls with the mother. Especially since during this time, sex eventually comes up.

So do we ever get it clear in our heads the reason for separate but unequal treatment? Do we ever erase these ancient brain pathways of "It's not fair!" that we yelled hundreds of times? Mmmm… no. It's how we integrate them that matters. We have to finally realize the purpose of it all, come to understand the reason for and usefulness of hypocrisy. Like most unfair and unequal things, like many lies told between loved ones, it's used to protect the ones you love - and seldom is good or appropriate in any other application.

QED.

Yes, my feelings fall along those lines.

I've always had an understanding of teed rebellion, but I've never experienced it myself. I'm not a mature person by any means but I've never felt like my parents weren't the smartest people on earth.

Eh.

My dad has proven out to be a bigoted, narcissistic bastard who I really wish was just a sperm donor instead of someone who tried to teach me his standards and values, things which still are a bit stuck in my head (I am the one who can say the racist stuff if too tired/stoned/drunk… and hate myself for it because it's like my dad took over my brain on auto pilot). I really would pop the hood on my cranium and fry brain cells individually if I had the means to selectively remove individual memories and experiences. There are some things I'd LOVE to forget! Most of it about him. The Bush Admin would be a good candidate, honestly… I could handle 9/11 going away with it.

So, so much in this brain… so much useless American History from a perspective of my own personal interests, following subjects and topics mostly personal to me, and my hobbies and work. So it's all junk memory - nothing anyone needs, not even me. Nobody wants to hear it. That's some of what kids and grand-kids are for, you know? Telling stories. When you get past 50, suddenly you have this pile-up of stuff you did 10, 20, 30, maybe even can remember 40 years ago - and nobody cares. Unless you have a 10, 20, 30 year old to share them with. Or they know someone with kids that age, and so on.

So, blogging. Well when you don't have this stimulus of the off happenstance reminding you of something to talk about, your story engine runs out of fuel, and like most aging people, you get back to what most of them do best: complain. About aches and pains, about how each other are behaving, gossiping, the weather, politics, oh save me I'm glad my mom's side of the family is mostly dead and didn't branch far.

But my dad stopped being the smartest guy sometime when I was 13 and he divorced my mom because of her nagging. She was trying to get him to stop staying out late and coming home drunk. That was the nagging and fighting. But no, he's still drinking today, drank after he divorced in the little apartment I was to stay with him in (if I so chose to move - I didn't), and installed a full bar (big surprise) in the new house he built in La Jolla.

So yeah, son of a drunk independent Insurance Adjuster who decided he'd never work another hard year in his life cuz of the tax bite the IRS put on him the one year he did. And he was investigated by the Affirmative Action Committee about the all-white staff he had (secretary plus co-worker) and he threw them out of the office claiming he had too few employees to merit him paying attention to their hiring standards. (He may or may not have been right, but it does seem that just 2 people in your employ is sort of soon to say lookie here… Or even 3 total in the company counting himself.)

Babylon, I mean babble on.