Sometimes Progress is Nobody Even Caring
I was with a group of women yesterday. We ranged in age between 35 and 55, about. Some married, a couple single, some divorced. We were standing around eating snacks and drinking wine or lemonade (yeah, of course as soon as I get done drinking, I get invited to a party in a wine shop OF COURSE).
Some of the women work together and one was telling a story about a guy who didn’t like her because she’s a single mom. Long story, details not important.
One of the other women said “I wonder what he think of me if he knew I were a lesbian?”
Everyone laughed and kept talking.
Later, I thought how she couldn’t have said that without a major shocked reaction 50 years ago. Even 25 years ago. 10 years ago, that sentence probably would have led to some discussion of whether people were ok with that or whether she should have said that or how we were all really ok with that and how we support her “choices.”
Yesterday, it was just part of the flow of conversation. Yay for progress, when once unthinkable things become normal and people can just live their lives.