I admit it: I don’t like going out to eat. And I like my work. So almost every day at lunchtime I grab my bagged lunch, head back to my desk, and eat while I peruse a variety of work-related blogs.

The other day, an attorney wrote in to one of the management-themed blog and asked if she should let it be known to coworkers that she was, in fact, gay. She wasn’t planning to issue an announcement through the email system; she just wanted to join in discussions about say, holiday plans, and do what most of us do: we say, “Dad, Interrupted and I are heading over to Grandma’s,” or somesuch and statements like that, over time, add up to make their own news about the part where my life partner is a man. All she wanted to do was be able to say something like “Hannah and I are going to her parents’ house for Christmas Eve,” and let her own casual conversation build its own statement about her life.

Her hesitation centered around the fact that she worked with a fair number of people who identified themselves as a) conservatives and b) Christians.

Hold on, here. I’m a conservative. A moderate one, but still a registered Republican. And I am a Catholic, which certainly fall under the umbrella of Christianity. I support gay marriage and when I hear people say, “Well, it’s okay to be gay, I just don’t want my face rubbed in it” and I know that their definition of ‘face rubbed in it’ means “I don’t want to see any guys holding hands with each other in public” in an application of some sort of social “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy I just want to smack ’em. I can’t think of anything more miserable than to be in love and not be able to do the simple, small things that people do in public when they’re in love. (Of course, I don’t care if you’re straight, gay, or in love with your cell phone: any public display of a tongue is right out, because that’s neither simple nor small.)

And when I hear people assume out loud that a conservative Christian is going to shun a gay person, I just want to smack ’em, too. Because it’s illogical to assume any group of people believe exactly the same things about everything. It’s part of what we call ‘stereotyping’ and it’s as wrong to do to a conservative Christian as it is to do to anyone else.

NB: Stereotypes often have their start in real behaviors, and I would be naive if I didn’t recognize that there’s a very vocal group of conservative Christians who really would shun that gay lawyer if she let it be known, however quietly, that she was gay. I hate belonging to any club that would have people like that as members, but I can’t shake the fact that I’m still conservative and still Christian. But I can shake the part where I’m vocal, too.

© E.S. Evans 2010