Does Anyone NOT Have A Month At This Point?
As I was sitting there mindlessly watching the RuPaul’s Drag Race marathon on Logo Network the other day there was a commercial that the winner of the competition did letting us know that in the US, January was National Drag Month. She was doing her commercial to promote an Inter-National Drag Month but as I sat there on the last day of January having just found out that National Drag Month had come and gone, I couldn’t help but wonder does anyone NOT have a month at this point? – Don’t Get Me Started!
Read my interview with RuPaul here… http://hubpages.com/hub/RuPaul---The-Some-Like-It-Scott-Interview)
Being as I call myself a “garden variety gay” I’m not sure what I would do for National Drag Month had I known sooner but I did feel a sense of letting my community down when I learned that it was all ready over before I knew it began. Then I began to think about the fact that February is Black History Month (and still not completely convinced this wasn’t something decided on by white men who gave the African American community the shortest month in the year regardless of freaking leap years or non-leap years) and realized that although I have been in a relationship with a black man for these past twenty-one years, I hardly think I’m going to dress up like Harriet Tubman and we’ll reenact the Underground Railroad in our living room for our cats and anyone who can see in the windows to celebrate. So I began to wonder just what these “months” really mean and if they hadn’t lost some of their meaning over the years that I’ve been aware of them.
I understand that Hallmark created a bunch of silly holidays to sell cards (Sweetest Day? Are you kidding me? What the hell is this holiday even about and is it subsidized by the sugar industry?). And if you’re looking for me to tell you why these “months” of “celebration” were started, I’m sure you’re not going to find it in this blog. But more than anything I began to wonder if we shouldn’t just rewrite as many books as we can to include all of these cultures and then do away with the month that supposedly represents and celebrates them being less repressed than they were twenty minutes ago in our culture (supposedly). Isn’t it time that we started teaching kids that next to Admiral Peary’s side discovering and tackling the North Pole for the first time was a black man named Matthew Henson? (I can only cite this from the musical Ragtime though my partner assures me it’s accurate) My point is that just like when Lucy did something crazy on the I Love Lucy show, I think it’s time for all of the ethnic people in America to say to the textbook and history writers of today, “You got some ‘splaining to do.” You have a duty to explain in your school and other books that the world wasn’t created all by white men and that the world today doesn’t view the white man as the standard for all other men. It’s like when we go into these other countries and then get all bent out of shape because they’re not jumping with joy about us cramming our brand of freedom down their throats. I think there’s a ton of ego involved here and frankly with the way we’re currently running with debt and unemployment here in the US perhaps we don’t know everything. (Shocking, right?)
So while I understand that the minorities in this country long to be accepted and probably created these months as a way for that particular minority to feel “just as good as” or “celebrating their culture for the masses to see” I wonder if we all don’t need to just start getting smarter and realizing that we as minorities need to be celebrating ourselves every day. It’s a little like Chris Matthews proclaiming that for an hour and a half he forgot that Obama was black during his State of the Union speech. For too long we’ve all tried to blend in instead of celebrating our differences and embracing them. So instead of creating a month, I say let’s start seeing and accepting people for who they are, let’s take the good with the bad. And please don’t expect me to be flattered when you say, “I don’t think of you as Jewish” or “I don’t think of you as gay.” I want you to think of me as both of those things because that’s what makes me as fabulous as I am. I don’t think everyone else should be a Jewish gay man (okay secretly I do a little bit) but please don’t hold up the white middle class straight men as some sort of standard to me because haven’t you white people learned how quickly they disappoint, hello John Edwards. Let’s start rewriting history books and our own. Let’s not try to be Plain-Bellied Sneeches, trying every way we can to become like the star-bellied Sneeches from Dr. Seuss who had “stars upon thars” and thought they were something special until the Plain-Bellied Sneeches figured out how to get stars on thars too. Let’s realize that plain or starred it’s more interesting a life, society and world when we’re not all the same. Meanwhile, who do I talk to in order to get a Gay Jewish Man Month? Does anyone NOT have a month at this point? – Don’t Get Me Started!
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