TO OPINE

A comment from Brown-haired Megan (if you read the comments deposited here you know her as Keli'i and Megan) sparked a thought. A consideration.

My opinion on opinions.

Some people aren't highly opinionated. They're oft apathetic or neutral; they're selective in their persuasions. I'm not one of those. And though I'm sure I was already aware of these people, last week Megan reminded me of their existence. She was surprised (but wasn't, but was) that I had opinions on fonts. And I was truly surprised that she did not. That anyone wouldn't.

I have a tough go finding topics that I don't think merit a ruling. There are so many worthy bits on which to opine . . .

Music. I'm not a fan of female singers. Give me men. I can't abide moany woman music, the slit-your-wrists-cause-he-broke-up-with-you kind of tunes. There's a good woman ditty here and there, but 95% of the music on my computer is made of men. I'm no kind of musician, but it doesn't mean that I haven't developed an opinion on the stuff.

Weather. I hate cold winter. (I am using the word hate about cold winters.)

Billboards. It's probably a good idea not to get me started regarding the billboards along I-15 in Utah Valley. See, I worked in advertising in Vegas for a while. (Yup, I was paid to promote the slut and smut of Sin City; now I work in what some deem an equally vile industry promoting things that help folks live longer and healthier.) And during my tenure in that position I learned about outdoor signage. And now I know what good looks like. And what bad looks like. And ugly.

Fonts. But you already knew that.

Health. I am passionate about good health and have a robust opinion or two regarding the modern disregard of health. It's not because I want everyone to wear a size 2; it's because so many people (most people) ignore or disregard their health to immense detriment that they don't care to research, understand, or react to.

Food. Want to have a really, really, really long conversation? Ask me about food.

Probiotics. There are good ones and there are bad ones. The good ones are helpful to your digestive tract. The bad ones are useless. And I could play a starring role in a vigorous conversation on the misleading advertising of the useless ones.

Meat. These opinions are ones I do keep to myself. But they're there. Why I don't eat Bessie, Babe, Nemo, and Mary's little companion: my opinions.

Birth control. Use it. If you neglect it I will outright call you an idiot. Unless you're purposefully seeking pregnancy, in which case I'm more than happy to send you a Target gift card and some handwritten, sincere glad tidings of great joy. Do what's best for your family. But if you aren't seeking or ready for children, use birth control. Otherwise you're irresponsible and stupid.

Child-rearing. Yeah, I've never done it, so I shouldn't be allowed an opinion, right? Wrong. I inhabit a world populated with badly-behaved children and parents who refuse to take responsibility and teach their kids some friggin' respect. Like this: it is unacceptable to stand on chairs and booths in restaurants. Not okay. It's not all right to let your kids run amok in said establishments. Teach 'em to behave or take 'em home. And any parent that says it's impossible to keep control of your children isn't my mother. She had six daughters that were in no way permitted to behave like banshees in public.

Thank-you notes. Write them. By hand. On notebook paper if you've got nothing else. A hand-written thank-you note is real thanks and a withering art.

Sex. It's essential in a healthy marriage. If anyone I know reveals to me that their weddedness is less than blissful, my first question (that I don't expect them to answer, perhaps only to consider) is How's your sex life? Sex helps marriage. No question.

TV. Turn it off. And don't leave it on when you have guests or are trying to hold a conversation. Talk. Or just go read a book.

Exercise. Do it already. There is no reason, excuse, or satisfactory notion why it's not necessary for well-being of all sorts.

And there's more. So much more: Taxes. Art. Blogging. Soymilk. Dogs. Pharmaceuticals. Pharmaceutical ignorance. In-laws. Afghanistan. Yoga. Lake Powell. Abortion. Lake Tahoe. California. Vinyl wall sayings. Your blog (if I read it). Iraq. Weight. American presidents. Conference calls. Births. Family relations. College. Nevada. Slaughterhouses. Hawaii. My phone. Complements. Kiwis (the people and the fruit). Talents. Literature. Homosexuality. Road trips. Curse words. Energy. The West Wing. Entitlement. People. Mirrors. Mini van drivers. Female coworkers. Etiquette. Emails. Plastic surgery. Water. Mac gear.

If I continued typing to exhaustion this list could outdo the Magna Carta. All these these topics elligible for opinion and not a single opinion arbitrary.

Each of the above is a theme I've seen as meriting the consideration necessary to conceive an opinion--a strong and defined position without impulse or haphazardry. An persuasion that's been crafted, weighed, can be very long-winded in explanation, and is informed in that it is born of research and experience. Some opinions are positive. Some of 'em negative. Some compelling to some and some compelling to others. None of them neutral.

Any one of these subject headings and innumerable others may ignite or find themselves the feature of one of my posts, but regardless of whether or not I choose to devote a few Remarks paragraphs to any one, each of the above topics I feel worthy of judgment and know that I'm capable of executing at least 30 minutes of uninterrupted diatribe on each.

And these are so few of so many.

My friend Brown-haired Megan reminded me that not everyone operates this way. Some people don't have an opinion on slaughterhouses or entitlement. They couldn't care less. And I don't understand that. If I encounter something, be it small or significant, I work on figuring out what I think of it. Some people just let the new something wander by without devoting consideration to it. I think that way of being is probably much less fatiguing than my method.

For I'm quite sure that it's not actually necessary that I have an opinion on your blog.

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In a response comment to my Rabid-friend a while back I said that I'm fine with other folks having opinions. It is our right. I really believe that. But I think that it's imperative to be able to substantiate one's opinions. Evidence. Reasons. Logic. Having a cause for a thought.

I am fervent about learning and have discovered people of all sorts to be remarkable resources. There have been plenty of occasions that I've listened to an opinion, one that's not random and is well-presented, and have found myself changing my mind, altering my own trained opinion. I cherish those types of dialogues, the ones built of evidence and experience, for they are the kind that have might.

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