When I say to her, “That’s a pretty bracelet,” she says, “Thanks! I bought it from a Christian jeweler!”
When I say, “I like the painting over the fireplace,” she says, “Thanks! I got it from a Christian painter!”
And I confess, I want to say, “Oh, well, thank heaven it wasn’t a Muslim or a Jew!”
Supporting people who share your values, worldview, or however you’d like to phrase it is something I do, too. If certain businesses slap certain political bumper stickers on their work trucks, well, I figure they don’t mind losing certain segments of the public. Fair enough.
But I don’t usually announce it. And if the item in question is art…I have no idea of the politics or beliefs of the artists whose work hangs on my wall or most of the books on my shelves.
Why are these adjectives necessary? I don’t want to be called a mommy-blogger or a woman-writer. It’s like saying, non-moms and men need not read. You-people-not-like-me go away. This is probably why I’m having a hard time trying to decide what kind of writer I am. It seems like cutting off other possibilities or, worse, readers. You know, the type of person who looks at the label and knows that label is all she needs to know. Oh, I don’t read that.
Of course, maybe we want some people to go away. And those labels can help me decide what to read so that I don’t read anything that disagrees with me!
I should read more people who challenge me and shows me where I might be wrong or at least shines a light on a world I haven’t bothered to see before. What have you read that challenges you?