Today, FIL’s interment was in Florida, and the Mass, which he wanted very badly, was said around 11 a.m. and available on the church’s website.
For Reasons — primary among them the evil I see in the Catholic Church in general, and the specific damage done to FIL by that church, much as he loved that church — I did not attend the zoom. R. has either caught what A. is recovering from or suffering from allergies and there’s quite a lot of dust around so I was doing some cleaning, but decided against vacuuming even tho R. was doing the remote viewing from the third floor and I was on the ground floor. While I was at it, I watched “Shame”, last Sunday’s NCIS:LA episode.
Shame is about an investigation into what appears to be the third suicide on board a Naval vessel. It turns out not to have been a suicide, but rather a murder, and over the course of the investigation, the NCIS:LA team visits The Brass Boot, which has a back room so that officers who are not heterosexual can have a social life that doesn’t impact on their naval career or their heterosexual marriages. The investigation ultimately discovers what happened and arrests the person who committed the murder, and the team — which includes member Millenials, GenXers and at least one Boomer — discusses what they encountered. The Boomer, played by Gerald McRaney (who honestly is never not going to be the less appealing Simon of Simon and Simon, at least to me) has a monologue on the topic of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and specifically expresses gratitude for the younger generation for getting this thing right — not being concerned about who people love.
TV rarely (let’s go with basically never) makes me cry, and I suspect this particular speech would have gotten little more than a grunt and an eyeroll from me, except I was watching while NOT watching the Catholic interment of FIL, and remembering FIL’s service in the Navy. And all the trouble caused in so many lives, because it wasn’t okay for FIL to be gay.
The episode wraps up with Agent Sam Hanna, played by LL Cool J, talking to his daughter about how he knows both about the end of her previous relationship, and that she is dating a young woman now, and they both get in a little speech — her about how she was waiting to tell him until she had it all figured out, and him saying he’d love her whoever she loved.
There’s a lot that I have really loathed about this series over the years — like every cop show ever, it too often glorifies police violence, and like many shows that were on during those years, weaponized the existence of gitmo and justified torture. But this show, like NCIS, and like The Equalizer (altho I just straight up _love_ that show, for rebooting something I loved as a kid, that I can’t possibly love now, into something I can love as a middle aged woman), gives me a window into where something like the center of our American culture is. And watching Eli Lilly cave in the wake of the heist episode of The Equalizer gave me hope. Watching “Shame” tells me our society has moved from shaming people for who they love and are attracted to and who they just plain want to fuck, to feeling shame for all that was done to people for who they love and are attracted to and who they just plain want to fuck.
That long arc is slow, but we are making it real.
For Reasons — primary among them the evil I see in the Catholic Church in general, and the specific damage done to FIL by that church, much as he loved that church — I did not attend the zoom. R. has either caught what A. is recovering from or suffering from allergies and there’s quite a lot of dust around so I was doing some cleaning, but decided against vacuuming even tho R. was doing the remote viewing from the third floor and I was on the ground floor. While I was at it, I watched “Shame”, last Sunday’s NCIS:LA episode.
Shame is about an investigation into what appears to be the third suicide on board a Naval vessel. It turns out not to have been a suicide, but rather a murder, and over the course of the investigation, the NCIS:LA team visits The Brass Boot, which has a back room so that officers who are not heterosexual can have a social life that doesn’t impact on their naval career or their heterosexual marriages. The investigation ultimately discovers what happened and arrests the person who committed the murder, and the team — which includes member Millenials, GenXers and at least one Boomer — discusses what they encountered. The Boomer, played by Gerald McRaney (who honestly is never not going to be the less appealing Simon of Simon and Simon, at least to me) has a monologue on the topic of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and specifically expresses gratitude for the younger generation for getting this thing right — not being concerned about who people love.
TV rarely (let’s go with basically never) makes me cry, and I suspect this particular speech would have gotten little more than a grunt and an eyeroll from me, except I was watching while NOT watching the Catholic interment of FIL, and remembering FIL’s service in the Navy. And all the trouble caused in so many lives, because it wasn’t okay for FIL to be gay.
The episode wraps up with Agent Sam Hanna, played by LL Cool J, talking to his daughter about how he knows both about the end of her previous relationship, and that she is dating a young woman now, and they both get in a little speech — her about how she was waiting to tell him until she had it all figured out, and him saying he’d love her whoever she loved.
There’s a lot that I have really loathed about this series over the years — like every cop show ever, it too often glorifies police violence, and like many shows that were on during those years, weaponized the existence of gitmo and justified torture. But this show, like NCIS, and like The Equalizer (altho I just straight up _love_ that show, for rebooting something I loved as a kid, that I can’t possibly love now, into something I can love as a middle aged woman), gives me a window into where something like the center of our American culture is. And watching Eli Lilly cave in the wake of the heist episode of The Equalizer gave me hope. Watching “Shame” tells me our society has moved from shaming people for who they love and are attracted to and who they just plain want to fuck, to feeling shame for all that was done to people for who they love and are attracted to and who they just plain want to fuck.
That long arc is slow, but we are making it real.