I saw the most curious car bumper the other day in the parking lot of a grocery store. The rear bumper was littered with various bumper stickers, most of which carried a pro-gay message.
One said something to the effect of “I don’t mind you being straight in real life as long as you act gay in public.”
Perhaps that’s a play on the older meaning of gay, which was happy and pleasant. If that isn’t what the writer of the message (and its current displayer) meant, then I have no idea what else to make of that one.
But most noticeable was a message spelled out in three inch letters, the kind that you would buy individually to stick on mailboxes and the like:
HONK IF U R GAY
I stood there for a moment absolutely dumbfounded.
I wondered why I would possibly want to know, and certainly why I would possibly need to know a driver’s sexual orientation in traffic. The only thing I should be interested in when I’m sharing a road with a fellow driver is how good of a driver he or she happens to be.
And considering the fact that this person is encouraging people driving along to use a signaling device in a manner it was not designed for and to communicate a message that, at the time, is unnecessary and potentially distracting to other drivers immediately calls her driving prowess as well as her priorities into question.
One might suggest it’s just a matter of “gay pride.”
But I’m sure she would argue that she was born gay, that it was not some “choice” she made.
And if that’s true, then of what is there to be proud? It wasn’t something you selected, then why make that big of a deal of it?
I’m not saying there aren’t times when such a discussion might be appropriate. Or even helpful in terms of helping both sides of the perpetual gay-straight battle learn a little something about each other on a human basis.
What I am saying is that there is a right time and a wrong time to attempt such a discussion. And driving down the highway is a perfect example of a wrong one.