I’ve been trying all day to think of how to deal with the Prop 8 decision. I tried not thinking about it. I tried shrugging. I tried suggesting Californians move to Iowa. I tried cute, cheeky, cranky, and resigned, and none of them fit. What’s left is rather shapeless, feeling more like a hollow, sad hole than anything else.
I get that the decision was about a court’s interpretation of the law, and that California law is a bit funky. I get that it isn’t over. I get that there’s still fight to fight, and I get that someday this will just be a sad footnote in history, one that will eventually be corrected. But right now it’s just sad.
Sorry, California. I wish I could wave a wand and make it better. I will come to hug you in person soon.