Adventures in Maturity
by Gordon Dymowski
Last month, I had hoped to get some hate mail with my treatise that there
are more important things than movie ratings. However, it seems like
trying to provoke stuff isn't my forte, but I'll not give up yet. So in
order to goad people into flaming me, I would like to publicly announce
that we should declare war on Sweden. Let's face it, they're worthless
except for their statuesque buxom blonde women and their progressive
mental health & substance abuse programs. E-mail me at Gordon_D@theshrubbery.com with any comments.
Anyway, I was going to write my Top 10 Things I'm Grateful For, but I did
that last year and don't wish to repeat myself. I thought I was going to
suffer a crippling case of writer's block, when my pal Charlie Galindo
suggested I write either about predestination vs. free will, or about
abortion. I think that I'll write about my feelings about abortion.
Basically, I have mixed feelings about abortion. On the one hand, I'm not
comfortable with the termination of life at any level. When John
Wayne Gacy was the then-current news item in Chicago, I was roughly 10
years old. The man creeped me out so much, I wished that someone would
kill him. However, when he was executed in 1994, the juxtaposition of his
televised "death watch" with the first-run of ABC's miniseries of The
Stand creeped the heck out of me. If I am squeamish about a guy who
supposedly "deserved" it, how the heck could I condone that kind of
action against an innocent? After all, life is life, even in a primitive
form. By that token, killing Pauly Shore would be a boon to mankind.
(If you decide, after reading this, to go after Mr. Shore, or some other
person, please don't claim that this column drove you to do it. Be
a man/woman and take personal responsibility. Besides, I'll sue your
pathetic butt for plagiarism)
On the flip side, I can honestly assert that there is no way in hell that
I will ever give birth to a child. In the whole reproductive scheme of
things, I'm relatively free of responsiblity - if I impregnate someone,
I
can disappear and leave that young lady to her fate (I would never do
such a thing; this is a hypothetical, guys). Plus, unlike several
pro-life individuals, I don't think having an abortion is as easy a
decision as, say, clipping your toenails. It is a decision that I will
probably never have to make for myself - I may have to participate
in the process, but I can assure you all that I will never have an
abortion.
I guess that's my thesis for this month - ethics and morality. We all
face ethical conundrums, from deciding whether or not to cheat on a test
to whether we should shout "Shake it, don't break it, it took your mama
nine months to make it" to the object of our attraction. Of course,
ethics is rarely a black and white thing. Most people would prefer it
that way because it makes decision making a lot easier. It also
gives them superiority over those who make different choices. However, we
live in a time when all choices lie in a deep, murky gray area - much
like a swamp, only it doesn't smell as bad - and nobody has a monopoly
over ethics. One person's unethical behavior is another's perfectly
justified behavior. I don't know if I can, in this case, ever truly be on
one side or the other...but that's a lot like life.
Ok, enough of my pontificating - again, as always, send
questions/comments/mash notes to Gordon_D@theshrubbery.com. Also, if
you're a single female between the ages of 25 and 34, and reside in the
St. Louis area, e-mail me, and we'll date and stuff. Until next month,
have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and don't shoot anybody on Veteran's
Day.
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