Believe me, this is a scary thing to say out loud. I came up through the lesbian/feminist culture wars of the '70s and early '80s, and I know how easily and quickly one can be shunned for having thoughts different from the party line, but I don't care anymore. The left has a maddening habit of embracing every perceived persecuted minority as a long-lost twin upon whom we all must lavish unconditional acceptance and unquestioning agreement, and it often turns into a bunch of lock-step, mind-numbing crap.
I am not an "LGBT person." I am not a bisexual woman, a gay man, nor a transgendered soul--I'm a lesbian, damn it! In fact, many bisexual women scare the bejeebers out of me, because although they may sleep with women, they always marry men. And am I allowed to say that I have ambivalent feelings about the whole transgender thing without being damned to politically incorrect hell? That I think gay male culture might have some soul-searching to do around coercive homosexuality in seminaries and unprotected, HIV-positive sexual behavior without being crucified as a traitor? That I believe a gay person can have all these thoughts and feelings and still be seen as absolutely supportive of gay rights and gay marriage and gay everything?
If experience serves me, probably not. So although I may be dragged off to a re-education camp, I'll be kicking and screaming the whole way against this "homogenization of victimhood."
I'm also unsure when it was exactly that her brain disintegrated from mad-cow disease, but her use of the labored plants-are-living-too argument was laughable at best. Anyone who has been a vegetarian for more than five minutes could tell her why that argument doesn't hold water. But, since Eunice Loh prefers a game of name-calling to a reasoned argument, I'll leave the explanation to something she could probably find on Google, if she's not too busy searching for roast beef recipes or home remedies for a clogged colon.
While Eunice feels content to criticize Connie Tuttle for her "holier-than-thou proselytizing," she doesn't seem to mind being a completely unqualified spokesperson for vegans: "Never mind that your precious vegetarianism is wrong according to the vegans." Most of the vegans I know are not judgmental toward vegetarians, and I'm sure they would resent the fact that she is using them to further her reactionary attack against Ms. Tuttle.
I've been a vegetarian for eight years, and I've heard the rubbish of people like Eunice more times than I'd care to count. If she can't live up to the standards of a more humane, more ecologically sustainable diet, she could at least leave those of us who can alone.
As a long-time visitor to the cemetery, and one whose Siamese cat (Max) is buried there, it has grieved me to watch owner Darla Norrish struggle to hold her ground--literally and figuratively--against the bulldozing tactics of this would-be corporate titan. KB's willingness to blatantly lie and disregard "the small stuff"--such as owner consent, legal documentation, easements and viable access to The Pet Cemetery--has become legendary.
And I miss the long, tree-lined driveway.
I have known Darla for several years and know her to be devoted to her business and her clients. No one works harder to serve pet owners. She puts in many hours in her efforts to provide exactly what those clients want and need. Her clients feel she meets a real need in the community, and I personally think that no one could do a better job than she does.
Developers equal money. Money equals power. Power gives developers the "right" to step on the little people to get what they want. This is not right!