So just as I decided to be whiny about it, I’ve been given a good reminder of why I should be grateful to live in Portland. The entire Internet has been mocking the Idaho gubernatorial debate today, with its wacky Bible-quotin’ conspiracy-theory-spoutin’ candidates. This brings back lovely memories, as I used to live in Idaho. Only for a short time, but still, wow.
The Idaho of today seems at least slightly less homophobic, as one of the debaters opined that gay people love each other more than he does his motorcycle. I can still remember the guy at my Boise school who told me that if he found out a person was gay, he would have no problem whatsoever with killing them (shudder). Then there were the male students in my college class (a college class!) responding to a female professor’s lecture by saying that yes, in fact, women should be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. While the boys were a bit more rude about it, the girls explained to me in a nice and polite way that they were going to submit to their husbands when they got married. I think my jaw dropped to the ground and stayed there for the entire five years I lived in that state.
In the end, it was too much for us. We couldn’t handle Idaho. Having just come from a stint in Holland and New York, the culture shock was too extreme to overcome. We were singing on the day we packed up our U-Haul to leave. And then it was time for our romance with Portland to begin.
I would like to add that there were a few wonderful and open-minded people I met in Idaho as well. I feel for them–it’s not an easy life for those brave individuals.