Today we at Wifewithapurpose are proud to present another piece written but the amazing Mina Teresa. Please enjoy.
There are many things I could expound upon about how mainstream American society’s celebration and encouragement of deviancy infects our children, sexualizes them, corrupts them, and robs them of their childhood. Not satisfied with infiltrating media, entertainment, and the public school system to gain access to impressionable young minds, now the libertine liberal brigade has turned their arsenal on the past. Now they’ve come for me.
Growing up in the United States in the 1970s and early 1980s I enjoyed the best of times, and the worst of times. My most salient memories include the Bicentennial, Star Wars, video games, the personal computer, the space shuttle—but also Vietnam, Jonestown, the Iran hostage crisis, Three Mile Island, and the increasing popularity of no-fault divorce resulting broken marriages, broken homes, and broken children.
Traditional families were the norm in the neighborhood where I spent my childhood. Only one girl in my circle of friends (throughout elementary school and junior high) had divorced parents. She was the anomaly. Not so in high school. It felt like every week another girl was tearfully, or angrily, confiding that her parents were splitting up. What kept us all going throughout our tumultuous teens were strong friendships.
Not that there weren’t competitive cliques of social ladder climbers, but in the days before Heathers and Mean Girls it didn’t seem as ubiquitous. At least, thankfully, not in my crowd. We relied heavily on our same-sex friendships, as did most kids and teens. When did it become a problem to continue those bonds into adulthood? When did it become necessary to re-label meaningful same-sex friendships of the past as love affairs? Or to assume today that deep friendships between two women or two men must be romantic or sexual?
It never once occurred to me to question the friendship or living arrangements of Bert and Ernie—I was a little kid, for crying out loud. Even with the recent revelation (disputed by PBS) that these Muppets are gay, I refuse to believe it and have defended my lovable preschool TV playmates from those who claim, “Oh, I knew it all along.” Well I sure didn’t. I thought they were close friends sharing a home. It’s New York City, after all, everybody has roommates.
Examining the past through the lens of modern culture is wrong. This is how we get modern historians blaming “institutionalized sexism” for Anna Komnene being denied the throne in the 12th century. Medieval Byzantium was not modern Brooklyn.
What’s next? Is it going to come out (pun intended) that The Golden Girls were all lesbians? Or were they close girlfriends relying on each other to weather the storms of divorce and widowhood?
How about The Odd Couple? I can imagine that tomorrow morning a gender-dysphoric non-binary blogger will claim that the reason Oscar and Felix cohabited had nothing to do with financial concerns or a deep need for companionship, but that they were flamboyant fags living in a hetero-normative oppressive society that forced them into the closet. Seriously.
Close, affectionate, and meaningful friendships between two men or two women had been the unquestioned norm in the many, many years before gender-queer-gay-mafia theory, and modern musings about the sexuality of historical figures—or puppets—are tedious and tiresome.
Let Bert and Ernie be friends, for goodness’ sake.