A Bit of Perspective

It is appalling to me how little the American audience has advanced. I know not everyone has the same ideals, beliefs, etc.. Still, I would think that here in the "Melting Pot," we would learn to accept (or at least respect) other lifestyles. And it really irks me to be wrong in this aspect.

This is what I'm talking about:

Today, I went to see Valentine's Day with one of my closest, dearest friends. Cute movie. I had tears. Twice.

****SPOILER ALERT*****

Anyway, there's a part in the movie when the newly-outted sports athlete is met by his lover who, for most of the movie, seems to be hitting on Julia Roberts. The twisting reveal that Bradley Cooper's character is gay has little time to settle before a heart-warming gesture between him and his star athlete boyfriend takes place. Lover. Man. Person. I dunno, it's not clear exactly how serious their relationship is. Still.

While this is a very sweet moment in the movie (I think), the rest of the theater did not seem to agree. Mel and I clutched each tightly, waiting for them to kiss. The rest of the audience began to groan and audibly express their disapproval . "Ughh... no! Uh, man! Yuccck. Gross."

And it really bothers me that a man can play a philandering adulterer and get more approval than a faithful, loyal boyfriend---even if he's boyfriend to another man.

Ahhhh. It just kinda agitates me.

Yeah. So that's my schpeal. I probably would have more if someone were to ask me about this in person.

Thoughts? Comments? Agree? Disagree? ..Anything?

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

Poetry

"Poetry"

Poetry:

You slave and sweat
and all you get
is one word
to fill the void
to utterly avoid
an explosion
of thought

Creativity caught
between rhyme and meter
ink-stained fingers
blood-shot eyes
and, yet, to your surprise
line by line
a stanza is born
speaking
breathing
right here
write now
it doesn’t matter how

Paper cut sacrifice
your blood will now pay the price
for one, small literary device
so clear and concise
it must suffice
it must enchant
it must entice
it must beguile
at least for a while
until you find
unwind
design
another line

Refine
refrain
reset
because in the end
poetry is all you get.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

[And, yes, I am writing a poem--trying to, at least--and in my frustation crafted this. Strange how that works...]

No, seriously, who dat?

I just don't get it.

This sudden fascination or obsession, really, that everyone seems to have with the New Orleans Saints now that they don't actually suck anymore. This abrupt change of heart can only be described as Saints-fever.

And it seems like I am part of a microscopic minority that has not been infected.

Don't get me wrong, I like football. Every year, I try to catch the Super Bowl no matter who's playing (for the commercials, if nothing else). And half time. Always gotta watch half time. And, when my family can't travel to Texas, we still tune in to the Dallas Cowboy game.

It's frustrating to think that after Feb. 7th, it really won't matter anymore. If the Saints win... Yay. If they lose... Well, isn't that what we're all expecting anyway? Win or lose, LSU will still have school the next day. And life will resume.

I don't understand why people choose this one single event to cling to for a moment of happiness in their life. "This is important for the state of Louisiana!" they say. "This is first time we've really been on the national map since Katrina!" And? Who says we need the attention anyway? Can you quantify this new-found Saints fandom in anyway? What are we gaining from this? A short-lived happiness? For a whole year, you can now interject any sports-driven conversation saying, "Hey, I'm from that state!" Wow... Big change.

No matter how hard you cheer, Drew Brees will not hear you in Miami.

Don't get me wrong, the city of New Orleans is... entrancing to me. I plan to be married there. I'd love to live there. But I refuse to jump on the bandwagon and ride it to Miami simply because my driver's license reads "LA".

I just won't do it.

I don't feel like I need to.

I was happy when the Saints were losing. (There are about 1000 other reasons for other states to look down on Louisiana anyway) And I'll still be happy if they somehow become a Super Bowl-winning team.

Football does not make me happy. It never has. And I doubt it will.

It's the people. You. Him. Y'all. Us. Together. That's what makes me happy. And I as long as I have that, I say Who Dat? Who Cares?

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.