OK…so far, I have stayed far away from the Taco Haven brouhaha because a lesbian taking this one on is real cliché.
Think about it. Let that joke sink in. Yes? And…go…
Here’s the deal: I love tacos.
(That’s what she said.)
But, seriously. I love them.
They encompass my major food groups: carbs and cheese. Boom. Right in a neat little package.
Give me a potato, egg, and cheese taco, and you will make me very, very happy.
Now, you may disagree with this. Your favorite taco may be potato, egg, and bacon. A. Because bacon is scrumptious, and B. because you’re lactose intolerant.
I, on the other hand, am a vegetarian, so bacon is not so much something that I eat.
But here’s the deal: there are more things we agree on in this taco – potatoes and eggs – than there are on which we disagree.
With me so far?
Now, let’s say we’re out for breakfast. You order your taco; I order mine. Inside mine, however, is a hair. Game over.
I mean, a hair…? In your taco…? That’s not OK.
And while you may offer me a bite of your taco…
(That’s what she said.)
I can’t eat it because of the stupid bacon.
And, really…I can’t stop thinking about the hair. Now, even you’re thinking about it. The whole restaurant is now abuzz with the fact that I had a hair in my taco. Everyone is looking at his or her taco and wondering if it has a hair in it, too.
See…a hair taints everything you eat. Could be the most magnificent taco EVER, but you find a hair in it, and the whole experience is overshadowed by that one single hair.
So, now, the leap…
The “men in girl’s bathrooms” argument is the hair.
We’re going along, having a perfectly legitimate conversation (read: taco), when BOOM…a hair.
We have a fundamental disagreement about bacon and cheese. You think the nondiscrimination ordinance somehow took away your religious freedoms, and I think your “religious” argument is based on prejudice. I won’t change your mind; you won’t change mine. You’re lactose intolerant, and I’m a vegetarian.
But you should be just as disappointed in the hair in our discussion as I am. It ruins the ENTIRE taco – the potatoes aren’t good anymore; the eggs aren’t good anymore; hell…even the brilliant tortilla is tainted.
Actually, this is the state of our politics today.
We don’t discuss the things we agree on anymore. We can’t even dialogue on that which we disagree because a small faction of our community dropped a hair into the conversation, and we keep talking about that.
- Abortion Hair: 20-week abortions.
- Gay Rights Hair: Pedophilia.
- 2004 Election Hair: Swift boat.
- 2008 Election Hair: Obama was born in Kenya.
There are more, but you get the idea. Hair.
It’s become the thing that everyone is talking about, and it shouldn’t have been in the taco in the first place.
So, let’s get the hair out of our tacos and go back to just having breakfast together – maybe not at Taco Haven ‘cause this is really more about their support of the hair – but somewhere else.
We live in San Antonio, for crying out loud. There are plenty of taco places. I know some great places to get a taco.
(Again…that’s what she said.)