1: to treat abusively
2: to affect by means of force or coercion
: to use browbeating language or behavior
Angelique wrote:Neither do I, but then again, when it has come up in a relevant conversation, I have seen people pop off and start calling each other "pervert" or "hate-filled homophobic bigot" for no good reason.
Angelique wrote:Some people are biologically hard wired to be religious, too, and can't change that any more easily than they can change their sexual orientation.
Angelique wrote:I do find it aggravating and a bad reflection on our society's collective intelligence when people feel there needs to be a law that says the following two things: Don't be a bully, and relax. Most people who disagree with you aren't bullies.
HoodedMan wrote:Well, I'm actually curious about this. So I will in fact attempt to do some research on my own, when next I have access to my academic databases and I'm not busy. Judging by the past few weeks, that will be sometime in 2030.
Edit: That's not a cop-out; I had just really hoped you had some sort of (optimally peer-reviewed) secondary source I could look at briefly. Research is not conducted via Google. (Well, Google Scholar maybe.)
[Edited on 1/11/12 by HoodedMan]
it's no better in my opinion than ruling out everything else people may not like, be it religion, homosexuality, or gender nonconformity, as a mental illness, rather than accept the reality that people can be perfectly healthy and just wired differently.
Ult_Sm86 wrote:It just seems a little far fetched (IMO) to believe when someone blows themselves up in a suicide bomb they're not at least a little mentally disturbed.
Goodbye Letter of the Day: Five years ago, Redditor RegBarc was disowned by his father. He shared his story this week in a thread called “This is how hates sounds”:
In August of 2007, I finally built up the courage to tell my father I was gay. The moment I said it, the phone got quiet and he got off the phone after a few “Okay”s. I decided to give him time to process the news. About a week later, and not long before my birthday, I received the following letter:
“James: This is a difficult but necessary letter to write. I hope your telephone call was not to receive my blessing for the degrading of your lifestyle. I have fond memories of our times together, but that is all in the past. Don’t expect any further conversations With me. No communications at all. I will not come to visit, nor do I want you in my house. You’ve made your choice though Wrong it may be. God did not intend for this unnatural lifestyle. If you choose not to attend my funeral, my friends and family will understand. Have a good birthday and good life. No present exchanges will be accepted. Goodbye, Dad.”
… 5 years on and I am still doing fine, though this letter saunters into my mind every once in a while. When it does, I say without hesitation: F**k you, Dad.
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