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Closer to Fine

31 Mar

The other day, as I ran errands, the song “Closer to Fine” by the Indigo Girls came on the radio.

I of course, sang along, doing the higher harmony part.

But my mind wandered back to a time in the early 90’s at my small Catholic college, where one of the campus bands decided, for moral reasons, not to play their songs anymore. Because they were lesbians, and playing their music would be seen as condoning their lifestyle choices.

I remember being disappointed by the campus band’s choice, because I liked those songs, liked singing along with those songs. But my college was all about making “statements” and this was their statement to make. So my friends and I went back to singing along with “Closer to Fine” playing on cassette tapes in common rooms.

As I thought about that moment in the car, “Closer to Fine” playing in the background, I realized this was the only group that one campus band refused to play because of “moral reasons”. They were okay with playing Crosby, Stills, and Nash (a group comprised of men whose lifestyles included drugs and divorce), Bob Dylan (who had multiple relationships with women), Eric Clapton (who had a hit with the song “Cocaine”), and other such musicians whose “lifestyle choices” did not mesh with the Catholic Church.

But their songs, they could be sung.

Was it because they were all male? Was it because, while the multiple relationships were a bit frowned upon, were at least heterosexual? Was it because they were so established in society it was okay, but the Indigo Girls, they were new, and so had to be made an example of?

Who knows what their logic was for what they chose was morally okay and what was not. It was a strange place, my college campus, a place where I made lifelong friends and my husband, yet a place where I was also judged and shamed by people who didn’t get to know me for everything from musical choices to clothing choices (which I ignored – peer pressure has the opposite wanted affect on me – instead of bending to wills of others, I dug in my heels, and stayed true to me.)

Ironically, when I got home that day, thinking about these, a college friend published a story of judgment and shame she endured by roommates over a dress that was deemed immoral.

Have a seat.” One roommate called the meeting to order. “I found this in your closet.”

That’s when I noticed it. My dress. Laid across the table. Did they think I had stolen it? I had never stolen anything in my life, save a duck eraser from the prize box in fifth grade, but clearly that had riddled me with enough guilt that I was never one to foray into shoplifting. Between my guilt and the fear of getting caught, I had long since marked theft off of my list of must-tries.

“We know now. You were obviously sleeping with him.”

My heart started beating really fast. The room appeared to be spinning, and I saw spots. From what I could piece together, my concerned roommates had decided that my new, immodest dress was proof positive that I had been having sex with my now-ex-boyfriend. (I hadn’t been.) They had previously suspected as much because I had been so emotionally invested, but now this was their tangible proof that I was no longer a virgin. –  The Dress That Ended My Modesty Obsession, by Jenn Morson

I had no idea she had written this, and yet, the timing of it coinciding with my wondering why music by lesbians was banished, but music by men who had several marriages and did drugs was okay, well, it was a bit of a coincidence, was it not? Is it because now, we’re so far away from those days back at our conservative college, now that we’re raising children of our own, that we can look back and see what was maybe not the healthiest of atmospheres for a very young woman?

Because her incident with being confronted with her scandalous clothing choices wasn’t a singular tale. I vividly recall the day I wore a mini skirt (over leggings) and listened to a trail of “Wow, look at her skirt!” all day until a “friend” stopped me to say snidely “Isn’t your skirt a bit short?”

“Yeah, well so am I.” I snapped back, carting my tray of crappy cafeteria food to my table of friends.

Because flipping people the middle finger in the middle of the cafeteria was possibly frowned upon more than music by lesbians.

Ironically, if I want to flash back to my freshman year of college, it’s not one of the Christian artists that tips me off – frankly because I rarely if ever listened to them.

No, it’s “Closer to Fine” that puts me back there, with friends who are still friends of mine today, laughing, being too loud, too secular, and our own selves.

I spent five* years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper, and I was free…


*yes, I know, the original lyric is “four years” not five – but it took me five years to get that paper, and that’s how I sing it

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“Welcome to the family, can you move some furniture for me?”

10 Oct

My siblings and I grew up to be strong, independent people. Independent because that’s normal, strong because our mother always had us moving furniture for her.

When I got to college, I joined SAB – Student Activities Board – and part of the thankless tasks involved were moving the amazingly heavy couches in the student union to make room for different events. I’m sure the first time I offered to help move the furniture, people looked at little feminine me and thought “Riiiiiiight.”

And then I’d impress them with my mad couch moving skills.

and don't you forget it!

and don’t you forget it!

When Josh and I started dating, he was the tech guy for SAB, which meant hauling sound equipment for dances and such, and some dj’ing. After one dance, I was helping Josh move speakers and such, and I heard one of the frat guys impressed. “Wow, your girlfriend doesn’t mind helping haul equipment? That is so cool!”

I’d tell people that I grew up moving couches and stuff, but they might have thought my stories were exaggerated.

That is, until the day I brought Josh home to meet the family.

I can remember it clearly…my stepdad opening the door and joking to Josh that “Oh! You shaved!” (Josh had sported a goatee, which had to be shaved off for a roll in a play)…my mom coming to the door all lovely and manners and “It’s so good to meet you…” as my young brother did some sort of side-show routine from the stairs.

Five minutes later…

“I know you just got here Josh…and I really hate to ask you…”

“OMG Mom! You’re going to ask him to move furniture!”

“Well, just a few chairs.”

Josh smiled and said it was all good, while various other family members snickered from other rooms at his clan initiation.

“Don’t worry, this means my mom likes you.” I told Josh.

And she did. She still does, so that’s good 😉

 

This is part of the 31 Days writing challenge…to find out more about it or read more from this challenge, check out the 31 Days page!

 

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