“You do the thing that is responsible for not only both of our lives but collectively our entire species and many of the species of life I can think of right now. Not only that, but you do this act often. And you like it.”
One of the few things that bothers me about my job: She asked if I would work on Easter. Fine, I said, I don’t celebrate Easter. It doesn’t matter to me. But when I asked my boss if I could close fifteen minutes early so I could be home in time for sundown last week, because it was the first night of Passover and we were having a pseudo-Seder. And she’s like “ohhhhh Passover. Fine.” It’s like, girl, you celebrate fucking Easter and want to be home with your family for it. My family doesn’t celebrate Easter—this is OUR spring holiday. I shouldn’t have to validate wanting to spend time with my family on our religious holiday. That’s shit. I didn’t ask for the day off, I didn’t request any crazy special treatment. I just wanted to spend time with my family and make it home for sundown in time.
And she asked me yesterday, “Oh, how was Passover?” Uh…it’s GOING fine. It ends on Saturday.
This is what’s wrong with America. It’s not only that Christians assume that everyone else is Christian, it’s that they refuse to have know absolutely anything about another religion’s major holidays. How many people even know what month Ramadan is in? How many people even know what season it’s in? Let’s not even mention that over a fifth of the world’s population is Muslim. At least you can sort of justify being ignorant about Jewish holidays because we’re only .2% of the global population.
Being non-Christian in what has become a “Christian” country is very frustrating.