gbaji wrote:
Aripyanfar wrote:
Making a separation between the right of a couple to co-habit (and be called "married" and to be recognised in law by documentation as "married") and all those myriad other benefits would be a new concept, a new action to perform on the act and state of Marriage.
2. I disagree that this is really a "change". I believe that these three things have always been separate (legally speaking at least). It's just that until recently they were always bundled together because the only people who were going out and getting married were the same people who needed the civil contracts and for whom the state benefits made sense. The change, as you pointed out, is that gay couples want to gain this.
I think same-sex married couples or parents would need and deserve state benefits* no less and no more than heterosexual couples or parents.
Gbaji wrote:
It would be no different than if historically the only people who labeled themselves as "handicapped" had real physical handicaps. We might grant them special benefits from the state for being handicapped and commonly refer to both as "being handicapped". But imagine if one day people with green eyes decided to call themselves handicapped? Should they be able to qualify for the same benefits? After all, the reason the benefits were created was to help out people with handicaps, right? If they just say they're handicapped, don't they qualify? And I could argue that they "need" the benefits just as much as blind people. Who are you to deny them their free doggies or whatever? And hey! Green eyed people are a minority too! So you must hate minorities for wanting to deny green eyed people their right to be handicapped...
Absurd? Absolutely. But that's how I see this issue as well.
I don't agree with your analogy. I think it's more like paraplegic people used to qualify for handicaped parking, and now people who have massive difficulty and pain in walking because they have Multiple Sclerosis want to qualify for handicapped parking also.
Gbaji wrote:
It smacks of wanting something just because someone else has it. And while we keep hearing that the benefits aren't the objective, even in a state like California where there is virtually zero difference between Domestic Partnerships and Marriage, the push is still on. Even when all legal differences *except* a small handful of benefits have been removed, it's still being fought for.
That's absurd too. Isn't it?
It isnt' absurd. Especially when there's no logical reason according to contemporary morals to discriminate between gays and straights. What's little to one person isn't little to every person. Different people have different attachments to personal-social-legal symbol/realities.
For me, Marriage means nothing. I live with my partners and plan never to get married. But a Doctoral degree means the world to me. I got my Bachelors, and my grad ceremony was so the best day of my life up until that time that I aquired an entirely new smile, the widest smile that I'd ever had on my face. I had no idea until I got to it how important that day would be to me.
I had my Honours paper topic all planned out so that it would form the first chapter of my Masters paper that would be bumped up into a Doctorate paper. I had it all planned in my head, and my research resources planned. I knew I could do it. I had the intellectual respect of my usual professors and my visiting guest professors. Raymond Gaita and I agreed to disagree, but for a while we were each other's high spot of the week when he came up every Thursday for a Trimester. I got to tell him he had made a fundamental category mistake on an issue that was the basis of the entirety of the latest book he'd recently had published. He got to defend it against me to the rest of the class. I pulled apart his book lecture by lecture and he wound up satisfactorily structuring his lectures by stitching the argument of his book all back together again to his own satisfaction and holding the argument up to us all, in the face of my arguments, criticisms and questions.
Half the class looked green with sick terror the first time I put my hand up and challenged the logic of the man who is one of the most well known, highly regarded and published philosophers in Australia. When I wasn't smote by lightening after the first lecture they eventually joined in. By the end of the lecture series he beamed around at us all and declared he'd rarely met such a bright, interesting bunch of students and he wished he had more like us come though his university.
Then I got sick. So seriously sick it's a perpetual strain on my concentration. I'm deteriorating badly, with no hope of a cure.
And it
kills me, I cannot describe enough how much is
kills me that I won't ever get my Doctorate. Even though I logically know in my head that I already know enough to qualify for one. That I know how to structure a good one. That if I wasn't sick I have the skills to do proper research and citations. Because other people can't see into my head to see everything I know, or see my intellectual competence when I'm able to think straight. That "symbolic" piece of paper that would make a "small handful of differences" in my life would make all the personal, social difference in the world to me.
It makes me sick to my soul that my family and friends won't have that little bit of extra respect for and be a little extra impressed because I
got a Doctorate. It makes me mad that I'm automatically more liked by strangers/acquaintances/friends because I'm small and pretty and fluffy looking, but it also means they automatically discount my intellectual or political arguments more than they usually would. I've been talked over by guys who are trying to make an argument on information that they lack and I posses, and I hate it. Whenever I was feeling a little nervous, or feeling unreasonably intellectually overlooked, I could introduce myself as Dr _______, if I only had the
paper.
*state benefits should always be "means-tested" imo.