I must say that I'd prefer a rendition of music from a classical or lyric guitarist to attending a concert by Indiana musician Reverend Peyton who gives explosive performances using his custom-made shotgun guitar, which he fires at a target mid-solo. He calls his instrument a three-stringed “Guitgun.” I'm no snob, I'm just not keen on 'gun culture,' that's just a little jarring to an Australian who is used to tight gun laws.
I guess I have my prejudices. There, I recognise my form of bigotry, I am bigoted against weapons and instruments of violence. I'd be totally out of my comfort zone in a gun shop, and right at home at guitar amps at musiciansfriend.com.
Subtle, and not so hidden forms of prejudice surround us. Take my exercise therapy session today as an example. There was racism and, I think, sexism-against men, in the hydrotherapy pool today. Four overwieght grey-haired ladies in one huge pool. One woman complained when four, thin, olive skinned men with dark hair got into the pool that there was no room to exercise now and that Australia was being invaded.
Sexism works both ways.
Men, do you get glared at when you enter a pool that previously only had women in it?
How do you deal with that prejudice?
I don't think the other ladies appreciated that males wanted to share the same water with them, quite apart from the men having English as a second language by the way they spoke. Some people want to own public space for their 'type.'
Weird! Our physiotherapist is Indian, they all like her, but she is another female, and I was informed, had been to a 'good' English school. Did I hear a trace of class discrimination in the tonal inflection given to that word 'good'? I thought Australia was a classless society. It appears that it isn't.
I came home, and opened Facebook to relax, and there were half a dozen posts ridiculing a man because of his looks. The delete and block buttons got used. The crazy thing is, the people who posted the bullying posts don't know they were as bigoted as that person they were calling an ugly bigot. Heck, I call him a bigot too, but for his actions, and not the size of his bottom or because he is going bald. Life is all mixed up right now. We are becoming desensitised to bullying. This is so sad!
On a positive note, I'll escape into music and take pleasure that I survived a hard session with the physiotherapist.