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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

An open letter to all of humanity.

Hello out there,

I usually don't get political on my blog for many reasons, one mainly being that I hardly ever blog, so why bring my readers (I use this term loosely) down by getting up on my soap box. At this point it would all be white noise anyway because EVERYONE is offended by something, whether it be outwardly or in thought.

I usually bite my lip because I was brought up under the adage "who are you to judge?" This came in to my life early on, when I questioned the how and why of the world around me. My mom would explain and then say "but who are we to judge."

This was actually a wonderful way to approach most topics, it let me take in my mothers information and then form my own opinion. And now I am going to contradict myself and state my opinion and judge away, and you can judge me since I am judging.

Here we go, stepping up to the soap box...

If I see one more person up in arms about a damn red cup, I may scream.

I love Starbucks and I am a Christian.

I understand the sacredness of this time of year and that there is a whole movement to put the Christ back in Christmas and for good reason. The birth of Jesus Christ, the reason Christians are celebrating after all but this has taken a backseat to a make believe fat guy that was thrown in to the mainstream so parents had a weapon in their arsenal to get their children to behave.

But we aren't the only religion celebrating in the month of December. In 4 weeks Ramadan, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and Yule are all celebrated and these are also seen as the most sacred of times in their religions.

When I walk in to a Starbucks and make my order (a grande, soy, cinnamon ducle latte), I am not looking to be closer to God. I am looking for tasty, hot coffee, no more no less.

Starbucks is a corporation and I actually commend them for not slapping a generic snowflake or winter scene on their cup because they feel that is what they are limited too. Instead they are not choosing to honor one religion over another, but chose a color that can be seen as powerful in any religions scripture.

But what this boils down too, is it is a cup. It's purpose is to hold a liquid, nothing more.

I have become something that my government teacher predicted back in 2004. I am a POOP head, I am person offended by offended people.

What I really wish people would do is instead of being so quick to jump to offense (so quickly that I am afraid human kind is forgetting what the word actually means) take a chance and leap to inquisitive. If you don't understand something it doesn't mean that it is offensive, it is an opportunity for you to look at something with a fresh perspective and heaven forbid maybe learn something about another culture.