Older LGBTQ Folks Share The Biggest Changes That A More Accepting Society Has Caused For Them.
With some of the events that took place in 2016, it's easy to forget some of the progress made in the last century. Society's view on LGBTQ issues has come a long way, yet still has a ways to go.
Here are eleven answers to the question: "Older gay people, how noticeably different is society on a day-to-day basis with respect to gay acceptance, when compared to 10, 20, 30, 40+ years ago?"
Many thanks to the Reddit user who posed this question and to those who responded. You can check out more answers from the source at the end of this article!
1/11. I've moved around a lot in the past 30 years: Florida, Colorado, Massachusetts, and now rural Missouri. With each regional move is also a move forward or backward in time.
There was scant information on what being gay meant when I came out. Not at the public library. No internet. Very few support groups. When my folks found out, my mom didn't handle it well. She accused my father and brother of molesting me (they did not) after she had what I recall as a grueling 4-hour discussion, insisting I tell her why I was choosing this terrible life that would leave me miserable and lonely forever.
I didn't have the words on that day for "It's not a choice." All I could say was I tried to like men and had failed. She told me she never wanted to see any evidence of my lifestyle. I was never to bring over anyone I was dating, and never mention it to her again. Two years later, she sent me a newspaper clipping mentioning that researchers were suggesting homosexuality was genetic or ingrained at birth... either way, it was clear she was relieved she was not at fault for making me that way. So she began to relax gradually.
I have a lifetime of experiences that are too long to put here, but I think the most remarkable change is from the constant feeling of being on my guard when I am in public. Don't look too gay. Never speak about my personal life to anyone. Don't touch the woman I'm dating in public. Don't react to names like "dyke". Don't go to the wrong places where looking like I do would get me a preaching, and a beating by the same guy, Bible in one hand, closed fisted other hand. Don't say the wrong thing... this... this is the most. I no longer have to censor my language, to put myself on a 5-second delay from my brain to my mouth. I don't have to call the woman I'm dating my cousin or my roommate to strangers... or to co-workers. I don't have to deal with acquaintances trying to set me up with men, as a favor. (Oh my God, the awkward.)
This feeling of being on guard all the time was the norm for me. Leave the house, wear a shield, basically. I never knew how much it was part of my normal routine and my personality until the past five years or so when states began to approve same sex marriage and significant groups of non-gay people began to support it. It is such a dramatic change that I find myself not trusting it, as if it's a mistake or a ruse... some trick all these straight people are designing for some unknown purpose... I wonder if older black Americans who lived through segregation find themselves in complete distrust of someone who's white and sincerely agreeing with their legitimate complaints about living black in a white society.
2/11. My mom still tells this story.
In 4th grade a new kid joined our class. He was very feminine. In 6th grade he and my sister had a relationship. This guy was the embodiment of the gay stereotype, but we were kids and had no idea what that meant. But the parents knew what it meant.
They knew everything! A group of them had a "meeting" on how to handle the situation, the situation being my sister and him as a couple. They decided to call my mom and yell at her for not explaining to my sister what being gay was. They got mad at her for not stepping in and break them apart. Since he was gay there wouldn't be a future for them, and it could only hurt him to hide his identity.
This was a mothers only group, where they know everything. Since my mom didn't do anything about the situation, the other moms contacted the school. They demanded sex-ed for our class. We then learned what being gay was, and being kids the reaction to anything sexual was "uuuuugh!". The crazy-mother-squad was informed of our reaction to sex-ed and demanded a meeting with our class. They then told us that the new kid was gay, causing everyone to react with laughs and what not.. We were kids, didn't understand the impact of what we did..
The new kid broke up with my sister after all of this and tried to kill himself. Since he wasn't normal. The crazy-mother-squad blamed us, a bunch of 10yos.. The new kid never came back to our school. Ones out of the hospital, his father gained custody of him since his mother couldn't take care of him.
3/11. In the 70s, at the private high school I attended, lgbt issues and even our existence were unspoken, never taught and invisible. The same applied to public schools (Canada). Being different was survivable if no clear label was applied to the flavour of "different."
I was lucky: Dad was a cop and knew about such things, and we lived in a large city (Montreal) where underground cultures thrived, good and bad. But outside of those core neighbourhoods, there seemingly was no lgbt presence - if you didn't look with knowing eyes. I existed. I knew of a boy a few streets over who was gay. People knew about me. I knew of adult clubs I could enter during daylight hours to talk to the staff and entertainers. So there were "out" people, too.
This was before the internet, before there were even news or magazine articles to find and read - and I read every damn book in the libraries. Semi-pornographic little booklets were available in dirty book shops, if I was lucky enough to find any (they imported maybe a half-dozen from American publishers, and they were often seized at the border). But I had a few.
There were raids (one at a club I went to some afternoons), arrests, names in the paper alongside mentions of "lewd conduct," shaming men and ruining their lives. Never women. The papers pretended lesbians didn't exist. My Dad started showing me those small articles when I was still very young as a warning.
There were beatings and killings, too, gay bashers, mostly of prostitutes, but sometimes just men walking, or same-sex couples in the open or even at home, men and women. The 60s and 70s were bad times that way. Pride was just starting in Canada, just the minority.
I also know that that invisibility contributed to the AIDS epidemic, a disease we never knew existed until it had spread. So many gay men kept themselves apart from the community, just dropping in for nights in the clubs and sex and then leaving, anonymous. They had lives outside that they protected, or no lives and just fear.
I had friends who got sick in '82 and '83 - and never knew what killed them. Never had a name except 'pneumonia,' or 'skin cancer.'
When AIDS was named it blew the community apart, everyone choosing a camp - isolating themselves, or organizing politically, or setting up care cooperatives, or self-educating about safer sex, or whatever.
The clubs all changed, or closed from lack of business, or became 'tea houses' compared to what they'd been before. But it also led to thousands and thousands of people coming out.
4/11. I came out in the mid 80s. When I was in my thirties I remember being egged leaving a gay bar. I remember going to a gay dance/drag club back then and watching the mp's come in and drag out anyone who looked like they had a military haircut they would drag them all back to base where it became incumbent upon them to prove they were not in the military when they did, they were left right outside the base and told to find their own way back to their vehicles which were still 15 miles away back at the club welcome to military city USA san Antonio I remember being fired from a job because I was gay I remember having nasty things written on the walls of the public restroom where I worked just had a friend die his family kept mentioning his conservative values in the obits makes me wonder how much has changed they never acknowledged his contributions to our gay world here.
5/11. It's so different today that it's hard to imagine that the world I grew up gay in actually existed. When I was in high school in a country town in the 1970s, the terms "homosexual" and "lesbian" were as ugly as "paedophile" seems today. The stories that ran in newspapers were scary and the life I imagined for myself was a choice of pretending to be straight and marrying some poor woman who would never have a real relationship with me, or hiding in the shadows, finding sex wherever and whenever I could. The idea of finding someone to love and spend my life with was unimaginable.
In 1976 I left home and moved to a medium sized city for university. There was a notorious gay bar there that I was never brave enough to go to but at least I saw and met some people who were actually gay, even though I wasn't ready to come out. I discovered the cruising scene at parks and beaches and the like and that provided a somewhat scary but also somewhat exciting outlet.
Then I met some other gay guys who took me to the nearest big city, which was Sydney, with a thriving gay scene despite all the illegality. It was a world of sex-on-premises venues like bathhouses and backrooms, illegal bars and cheesy discos. It was dark and seedy and druggy and no end of fun. A moved there when I finished uni and had a wild time, having lots of sex and a few boyfriends. The world looked different already. And gay guys looked like the Village People. Then AIDS happened.
It was terrible and frightening - especially when we didn't know what it was - and lots of our friends died. But it was also a time of defiance and unity and brotherhood and Sydney was a great place to be a part of it all.
I became politically active, moved cities, worked to end laws that discriminated against gay and lesbian people. I lived to see the changes that have made the LGBT world of today bear fruit. I never dreamed people would be marching for the right to marry.
To people born in the 90s, that probably sounds like World War 2 did to me as a kid when my dad talked about it. Ancient history. But to me it's so recent.
I loved those heady days of marching in the first Mardi Gras parades and having wild sex in back room bars and having leather men walking the streets. But I'm also glad that young people today can come out and have support while they're in their teens and not fear spending their lives alone or in fake marriages and hiding in the shadows.
6/11. My great aunt is in her seventies and it is an open family secret that she is gay. My very conservative side of the family is actually pro gay rights because of how they've seen her life transpire. She's always dressed in men's clothing with a short cropped hair cut and she took on many American masculine mannerisms. But she grew up in a small southern farming town where even that was shocking. She was beaten up, made fun of, and ostracized.
As far as the family knows she never had a lover. She had her own self loathing mixed with fear that kept her from finding anyone. Over the years she got more and more bitter. She's now in a home and while she has my grandmother to call she is lonely. I think she's spent most of her life being lonely. And it's taken its toll.
I like to imagine she'll find another lonely elderly woman there who will love her and be her companion. But I think she's too broken and bitter now to let anyone in. I'm afraid she's going to die the way she lived - alone and afraid.
7/11. I'm not gay, but my brother is. Things were bad when we were young, in the 70s - nobody we knew was out, bullying was a certainty if you seemed gay, there were no accepted gay public or entertainment figures, and it was never talked about as something acceptable.
In the years since then, he has found acceptance and the ability to live life openly gay - but largely by spending his time in gay-friendly environments. But now that's no longer necessary. Now when we go places, if he's with an SO he can act completely naturally like a couple with another man, PDAs and everything, and nobody bats an eye, as far as I see.
It's a wonderful, amazing thing to have come so far in my lifetime.
8/11. When I was a kid in the early 90's, sex ed classes taught us about homosexuality. The message was pretty much "it's not super normal, but it's not their fault so you shouldn't judge."
A quick mention of bisexuals as people who are even weirder than "real" gays. No mention of trans people at all.
You couldn't just go around and tell people you were gay. Some people would be ok with it, but it definitely was the minority. The general consensus was that it was weird and gross. Guys who "looked gay" were at high risk of getting beaten up.
Today I feel like people, young people especially, are way, way more educated on what being gay, bi, trans or anything really is. Sometimes I wonder how different my high school experience would have been if I'd been a teen today.
9/11. I'm 33 and started coming out when I was 16, and then gradually came out to everyone I know. And to be honest, I think I've had it pretty good. Never had any grief or negative experiences.
I've been with my boyfriend for nine years and we live together. Whenever I meet anyone new, I casually mention my boyfriend, so that deals with the coming out issue.
So all in all I think I've had it pretty good. I think if I did meet anyone and they had a negative reaction to me being gay, I'd just tell them to mess off. Life's too short and I'm much more comfortable in my skin in my 30s than I was in my 20s.
10/11. I am currently teaching in the high school I attended as a student. When I was there ten years ago, there was only maybe one person in the school of over 1000 that was out. Now, hardly anyone bats an eye. I have straight students that get angry at the thought that people would be made to feel bad for who they are. So that's pretty great.
The accessibility of gay people in media has also made a really big difference. Growing up, most gay celebrities and role models were very flamboyant and performative. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that but it makes it difficult to identify with when you're not someone who is particularly performative.
The last thing I will say is that social media has made dating infinitely easier than I could have imagined as a kid.
11/11. My brother is ten years younger than me; he's seventeen, eighteen soon. I'm gay, he isn't. He goes to the same school I went to.
When I was there? No out gay kids.
For him? There have been two/three out guys in his year since they were all thirteen/fourteen.
Honestly, I'm kind of envious. I didn't realise my sexuality till I was 17 and didn't come out till 19.
BONUS: I'm gay and I'm 28... Not sure that that counts as "older" but I'll answer anyway.
I think that my time in high school was actually a major cultural transition time. I graduated in 2005 so was there 2001-2005. The world changed a LOT in those 4 years, as you might imagine.
My high school had a gay/straight alliance. I remember in my first year it had about 3 members (in a school of ~2000 students). Their posters were ripped down or vandalized as soon as they went up. Members got harassed in the hallways. Teachers didn't seem too interested in doing anything about it. Gay slurs were heard thrown around all the time.
By the time I graduated the club had around 50 active members, making it one of the largest after school clubs at the school aside from things like sports and musicals. We had 200 people sign up to do the Day of Silence my senior year, and I hear it was up to 500 the year after I graduated. The environment for queer kids at the school was DRAMATICALLY different. Gay slurs were way less common to hear and more likely to be met with a negative reaction (either by fellow students or by teachers). Our valedictorian was an out gay guy and talked about his coming out experience in his graduation speech and how he was so supported by faculty members.
I'm not sure what happened within those few years to change everything. It was subtle. There were a few national milestones- sodomy laws were overturned by SCOTUS, gay marriage was legalized in MA (we were just a few states over in NJ), Christina Agulara released her "I Am Beautiful" music video (which I know sounds silly, but at the time it was such a big deal- she was one of the biggest pop stars in the world and she was saying gay and trans people are beautiful). The school's culture just slowly shifted.
It was kind of cool to be able to be part of the generation that saw this big change.
Have you ever found yourself in an argument so stupid and/or pointless that you were sure you were being punked? Like you keep looking away from the other person to check your surroundings for places Ashton Kutcher and a camera crew could come popping out of?
You're not the only one.
u/Anti-hollowkid asked: What is the dumbest argument you've ever been in?Brace yourselves, folks. Some of these arguments are breathtakingly bonkers. The sheer number of people who are willing to argue with someone over provable facts and what that other person likes or doesn't like is just ... stunning. It's stunning, you guys. Just not in a good way.
I Know What I LikeGiphy
My wife and I once argued over whether or not I liked mustard on my hot dog. I was for me liking mustard, she was against me liking mustard.
The argument lasted way longer that you could ever imagine it would.
A Stair Step
My brother and I argued if our staircase had 13 or 14 steps, based on an argument about if the floor of the second floor counts as a stair-step or not. We still have no solution.
My dad is a stairbuilder and I spent many summers working at his warehouse, so I can clear this up. 14.
My husband and I have this thing where we only say "I love you" on Saturdays. Every other day it's "I love you, but only on Saturdays." I don't know how it started, but it's been going for 11 years now.
We're both shiftworkers, so sometimes we have to stop and think what day it actually is. We had an argument recently over whether it was Saturday or not. I said it was Saturday, he said it was Friday. It was Monday.
I remember when I was about 13 my parents had an hour-long shouting match that ended with them almost getting divorced. The issue? Whether or not the nation of Iraq has a coastline.
My mother arguing that Iraq had a coastline, while my stepdad argued that it did not. This was back in 2004, and they are still quite happily married to this day. That incident is something they look back on and laugh about, and both of them admit it was really a pretty stupid thing to argue over.
With an ex:
"I owe you $80 for the bills of ours that you pay, and you owe me $40 for the bills of ours that I paid. Here's $40 in cash; we're even."
She did not understand this.
I literally had to go get another $40 out of the ATM, and hand the $80 to her. Then I had her hand me the $40 she owed me.
"Now how much do you have in your hand?"
She still didn't understand.
She somehow has a college degree.
When we were kids my brother and I got in a physical fight because he said I like mini wheats and I insisted I didn't. His argument was that I always sang the mini wheats song and I was deeply offended that he wasn't aware that it was just stuck in my head but I hated the cereal. I actually did like the cereal I'm not sure why I was arguing with him about it but I remember how genuinely angry I was.
I'll tell you about the only legal trouble I've ever been in, the fight that got me arrested. It started over whether we should return a box of crayons or not, and to this day I don't have any idea how it escalated to the point of the cops being called, but they were and I was the one taken in.
My boyfriend insisted that when two people are in an argument and one makes a point so reasonable and logical the other one can't disagree with it - it's unfair. I tried, logically and reasonably, to explain several times why that is just winning the argument, proving your point thoroughly and is completely fair.
His answer was that I was being unfair.
How the ch in masochism is pronounced. My friend caught me saying "masoKism" while he would say "masoSYism."
To be fair, he grew up speaking French, in which the ch in masochism is pronounced in "his" way. But he insisted that I was the wrong one here and that was just infuriating.
A woman was adamant that looking at the big solar eclipse on the television was unsafe unless you were wearing glasses. She wouldn't believe us and insisted on emailing NASA to check.
A Non-Standard Ruler?
I worked for a company that made signs. We had a customer ask for signs that were 7mm wide that were to go on a door. Our sign makers figured the order meant inches because 7mm is pretty small, so made them 7 inches. I got a phone call from the customer who went mad at me for making them the wrong size. So I put a reorder through for 7 mm.
Argued with the sign makers over it but they eventually agreed to do it after I shown them the order in writing. I even had the customer put her complaint in writing, reiterating the size they wanted.
7mm signs went out and a day later I get the customer on the phone literally screaming at me.
Cue the dumb argument - we ended up having an argument over how big a millimetre is, and obviously everyone in the office were laughing, but this customer just wouldn't accept it and said we must be using a non-standard ruler to measure.
Ended up being escalating to the sales department manager who refused to issue a refund. We still don't know what they actually meant.
This Unusual Vegan Argument
Was in a pub with a few friends, and some random Dude dropped an ear, and somehow figured I'm vegan. Well, people like him are the reason I usually avoid mentioning it. He came up to me and insisted on starting a discussion about veganism. He claimed that by the end of it, I would be eating meat again.
He listed some stupid arguments, I told him I was not convinced and then tried to keep on drinking beer with my friends. He followed me, and wanted me to "try to convert him to a vegan." I stupidly listed some of my reasons thinking it would make him go away. He told me he still was not convinced, so I was like whatever. Again, I really just wanted to drink beer with my friends.
That dude followed me all night and expected me to try make him vegan. Doesn't matter what I said, and all the reasons that for me are obviously good enough to be vegan. He'd be just like "No, that doesn't convince me, therefore your argument and how you life is stupid."
Didn't matter how often I told him that I honestly don't care; 5 minutes later he would come up to me again "I'm still not vegan, so veganism is stupid, all your arguments were stupid, now give me a good reason to become vegan!" At one point, I was literally yelling at him that I don't give a single flying f about what he eats and why, that it's in no way my responsibility to "turn somebody vegan" and in no way his business what I eat.
Honestly, for that dude, I would have bought a whole ham, just to shove it up his stupid annoying face.
In college my roommate and I argued about a line in Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The scene with the Black Knight where the line "Alright, we'll call it a draw" is uttered. We argued about who said that line, whether it was King Arthur or the Black Knight.
It went on for hours longer than it should have because I was stubborn and refused to admit I was wrong.
Albert or ArnoldGiphy
Whether Albert Einstein or Arnold Schwarzenegger would be more useful to have around during a Zombie apocalypse. How on earth would Albert Einstein come in handy!?
Below Sea Level
I live on an island and when you go upland and you look out the sea looks like it's higher than or on the same level as the land. It's just a weird perspective thing because of the horizon. One day some kid says that it's because the island is under sea level.
I'm like wtf bro all of us would be with the fishes. He argues that no that's not true and if I just go upland I'll see. We then spend a good 5 minutes of my time arguing about it until I decided to leave this kid in his stupidity. He even said we shouldn't believe everything adults tell us and sometimes we need to think for ourselves.
This kid was older than me and was going to a good school. Lost my respect for him ever since then.
Someone tried to fight with me over how to spell my name.
Now, my name is in a lot of languages with slightly different spellings. I would have accepted any of those spellings, but this one was just... Not even close. It didn't make any logical sense.
An analogous example is if my name was Thomas and someone was insisting it was spelled Tomash. And not just the name Thomas in general, but that me specifically, on my birth certificate, was named Tomash. I know how to spell my own name.
I swear to god, it went on for like an hour.
Whales Are Mammals
I was in an online chat room one day, and we were talking about whales. I commented on how whales are mammals and the next thing you know, someone was arguing with me and trying to convince me that a whale was a fish.
Stupid microwaves. Having a man child talk down to me about how microwaves work only for him to google it and prove me right. He slept on the sofa that night.
My friend keeps telling me that the norm is that a person should shower once a week. This has been going on for years. I'm almost convinced he's trolling me.
No Balloons For Grandma
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky.
He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space. Releasing balloons is terrible for the environment and kills/harms so much wildlife.
He got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
Spontaneous Dolphin ExistenceGiphy
How dolphins reproduced. It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence. The argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day.
I repeatedly had the argument with a friend over whether roosters were chickens. She was convinced that only the females were chickens (hens). We were 18 at the time.
Me and my friend were drinking underage, we ended up in an argument of whether lightning McQueen's eyes were blue or green. Somehow throughout the whole thing both of us never thought to straight up google a picture.
But ... Ice Floats
Woman wanted ice on the bottom of her drink.
Now read that sentence again and try to imagine arguing with that particular brand of stupid.
Time Zones Exist
Coworker claimed that it was the same time of day and the same season on the whole globe. Had to get 4 coworkers to confirm to him that time zones do in fact exist.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?"
"no, it's red"
"YOU CANT EVEN KNOW"
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
I'm late, but I saw this question and instantly remembered that I was booted from a Facebook group because I called someone out on a lie that was not only bull, but extremely pointless. She was friends with the moderator and they made the case that my argument over such a little lie was more of a problem than the lie itself (though they didn't refer to it as a lie.)
The woman said that she used to babysit for Andre 3000 and that his name was Andre 2000 - but he changed it after the year 2000 had passed. This was so easily disproven it was ridiculous. Their debut album came out in 1994 and he was already going by Andre 3000 at that time.
The argument wasn't a huge long drawn out thing, but the fact that either of us were on Facebook at separate times meant that the responses were over a long period of time so this argument lasted a few days.
It was stupid.
Stars Like Our Sun
I was arguing with my grandpa about stars he didn't believe that there are other stars like our sun. Basically he thought there is only the sun, the moon and the earth.
I have a degree in history. I mostly focused on nationalism. Wrote a 50 page paper on it and Richard Nixon with around 50 100 sources. Looked at micro film for hours on end. Part of the paper focused on how Nixon being chair of the house committee of Unamerican Activities was used as a powerful weapon to use against political enemies. It also inspired Joe McCarthy. Have had people tell me I was wrong and Nixon was never elected to a position besides the president and Joe McCarthy came before Nixon. I stopped trying to talk history to people.
I also know quite a bit about the history of the Balkans its amazing how many Serbs refuse to believe Tito did anything wrong.
Wrote 100 page paper on nationalism in Israel. Its frustrating to talk about because for some reason a lot of people think Palestinian firing rockets randomly into Israel is ok but if Israel retaliates the people get up in arms over a targeted air strike that kills 3 people.
Balloon to Heaven
My cousin and I argued over a balloon going to Heaven. We were at his big sisters prom send off and he let a balloon go and it went high into the sky. He then said this balloon will go up past space and go to Heaven and reach grandma (God rest her soul). And I was like no it's not and it's probably not even gonna reach space.
And he got really mad and defensive and started telling me to google it and do my research and I'm like I don't have to google it you idiot. He was mad at me for a good week.
I got into an argument with a co-worker over how we were attaching two pages of a letter together: small binder clips or paper clips.
He felt that paper clips would leave a "dent" in the paper when removed, but binder clips won't. He refused to staple them together. I felt that binder clips would also leave a "dent", so we might as well just use the paper clips.
It ended with him saying: "Do what you want [me], I don't care!" and storming off.
Once got accused of faking being Jewish. Why? I have no clue. We argued over the course of a month, any time I'd bring it up and she heard about it, she'd begin going after me for "faking it".
My mother's side is ethnically Jewish. Grandparents were practicing.
3 friends and I once got into an argument about how to pronounce Nutella. It lasted for about 3-4 months. It was hilarious how serious we took it, it'd get heated but never for real serious.
I think someone even called the company that made it to check, or that may have been for the Cheetos company. We were really bored in high school.
Late to the party, but there it is.
I'm a manager at a small store. We're only 4 working there, so my team and I grew very close and we joke around a lot. Once during a slow shift, my employee and I had an argument because we were looking at the lingerie boxes, and I thought that two specific boxes had the same woman on it, but she was 100% positive they weren't the same person.
Looking back, I don't know why it was such a big deal to us at the time, but we even called another employee who lives across the street to come and tell us what the heck was up with that. Turns out I was right, and she was pretty salty about it. It was a great night.
Wicked Witch of the West
I almost got into an argument with an old girlfriend over Glinda the good witch from Oz. She insisted that Glinda was manipulating Dorothy to assassinate the Wicked Witch of the West and convince the Wizard to leave to create a political void she could fill.
I conceded the issue when I heard the whole premise because I thought it was too damn stupid to get worked up over.
Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Just the other day I legit got in an argument with my co-workers on why I don't like my butt being grabbed by anyone (I'm a guy). Seriously.
They went on about "I don't mind it. Mike and I do it all the time and we don't care." Yeah, that's nice dude, but I'm not you, and there's something called "Keep your hands to yourself" (which was taught to a good portion of us growing up). Just like how Karen wouldn't like it if I touched her boobs or her grabbing your crotch or frankly ANY area you wouldn't like being grabbed, keep away. In general, you should not be touching me in any areas after I've told you not to several times before.
So unless you're sleeping me or dating me, keep your damn hands off my toosh.
My best friend and I argued over whether or not telekinesis was possible. Her argument was that humans don't yet know what the human brain at 100% usage was capable of, and that telekinesis was inside the possibilities.
I said the brain does use 100%, just at different times.
We didn't speak to each other for four days.
How dolphins reproduced and whether or not ghost existed (back to back with the same person). It took me a few solid minutes of explaining to her that dolphins have reproductive organs and that they did not just pop into existence (the argument began with her saying she wanted to work with sea creatures).
How it shifted to the existence of ghosts is a solid and reasonable question to ask (I don't remember why). I had to then proceed to tell her that ghost hunting TV shows do not constitute as undeniable evidence.
Personally, I hope she was messing with me cause I lost a little faith in humanity that day. This was in high school SO... hopefully she was kidding.
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I told this stupid woman that chocolate is toxic to dogs. She went on to tell me how a little bit will just make them hyper and then they will calm down. I told her to google it. Her and her bf shut right up. Now they have a kid. Good luck, Jeremy and Andrea. morons.
I should also add that this argument started because Jeremy was giving his tiny dog chocolate and I told him it was toxic.
Is water wet?
My roommate and I have a recurring argument over whether or not water is wet l, and whether or not a person is considered wet underwater.
For the record, it is no to both questions.
A kid a church telling me about the mission trip I went on. Not only was I not on that trip, but I had never been on any mission trip. We were good friends, so it's not like he would've mistaken someone else for me.
He insisted I was there as if an entire week long trip would just fall out of my memory. He even had stories of things we'd done together. I'm not sure if he thought I was lying, joking, stupid, or crazy, but I was pretty sure he was some combination thereof.
One time I got into a shouting match with my mom and little brother in the car. The issue? The names of the two-headed dragon from the PBS kids afternoon show Dragon Tales. I swore it was Zack and Macie.
It was actually Zak and Wheezie. I don't even remember why we were yelling about it.
Green Or Yellow?
When I was about 15 or so my mother and I spent about 20-30 minutes arguing about the color of a shirt. We agreed it was blue/green, but to me it was just a shade more blue, while to her it was just a bit more green.
Turns out, your eyeballs yellow as you age and hers were 24 years yellower than mine, so I think that skewed her color vision.
Stars In Their MultitudeGiphy
I once got in an argument over whether or not a line from the song "Stars" in Les Mis says "...but mine is the way of the lord" or "mine is the way of the law".
I didn't even really care what he thought but he was so adamant and cocky that it got me heated. By the end of it we were shouting at each other and I had to apologize, which I think is what he wanted the whole time.
My brother is colorblind. And he CONSTANTLY tries to correct me on what color things are.
"Hey could you hand me that red _____?" "that's orange" "no, it's red" "orange" "YOU CANT EVEN KNOW".
It is the base of our most common and heated arguments.
About five years ago, my girlfriend (now wife) once had a very intense argument about whether or not hot water cleaned things better than cold water.
She genuinely believed that water temperature didn't matter. This is someone who has not one, but two masters degrees.
We argued for something like 2 hours, and we seriously almost broke up over the whole thing.
I had an argument with a girl IN THE MIDDLE OF A BIOLOGY CLASS in high school about how humans are not mammals. She thought a human was a human and we are not mammals because "mammals are animals and humans are not animals"
I tried explaining to her the difference between reptiles and mammals and how humans fall under the mammal category to try and educate her... but she just wouldn't listen.
I still have no idea why the BIOLOGY teacher did not get involved...
Solid Or Liquid?
Some classmates and I got into a heated debate as to whether or not the human body could count as a soup, salad, or sandwich. The teacher got mad at us, but hey! All we were doing was watching a movie.
For the record, my logic lays with soup- Liquid contained within a solid, at a hot temperature.