I don't normally cover current events on the blog, I typically sound off about them on twitter or facebook. But since I'm taking a break from social media this month, I couldn't keep my lid on any longer.
On Tuesday morning, a friend texted me to ask if I’d heard about the World Vision scandal. My heart stopped for a moment. Oh no, I thought. What happened? Embezzlement? Harrassment? Worse?
I have privately and publicly supported World Vision for almost two years now, encouraging readers of this blog to sponsor children to donate gifts to this Christian organization that is helping legions of communities all over the world. I have seen their aid in practice when I traveled to Sri Lanka with World Vision in 2012 to witness the work they’re doing in poverty-stricken areas.
So, with trepidation, I hit up google. World Vision had announced that, being an interdenominational organization with employees in both churches and states that allow same-sex marriage, they were going to take (what they deemed) a neutral route and leave hiring decisions to the local branches.
Oh. This isn’t a scandal. This is an HR decision.
But apparently all holy hell broke loose and for the first time this week I was glad not to be on social media. Evangelicals were so irate about the idea of gay people aiding others that thousands dropped their sponsorships. People didn’t even sleep on it. Just dropped those kids.
Today, in a not-so-surprising reversal, World Vision reverted their company-wide stance. Their abstinence policy for singles and fidelity policy for marriages remains in place. I find any company’s sex contract with an adult employee to be absurd, yet I won’t pull the plug on Sewvandi.
Had I responded to this issue yesterday, I would have urged sponsors not to be rash in their decision to withdraw support from World Vision. That where this organization stands on this theological issue has absolutely nothing to do with the food and water provided. Today, I won’t be hypocritical about it. I ask that those who are disappointed in the turn of events - even those who might have newly sponsored a child this week because of the first World Vision decision - keep their support in place, at least for now.
Look, I know this can get complicated. I know this is more than just emotional. The Gorilla and I have given and then withdrawn support to a cause when we found out it didn’t align with our personal belief systems. But this is a big organization that does a lot of good. I guarantee that not everything we all support hits every mark of everything we profess to believe.
I know it now for sure.
Another friend texted me yesterday afternoon about Goop’s Conscious Uncoupling. (See how my friends are loving on me during my fast? The important stuff still finds its way to my phone.)
For the life of me, I still don’t understand why everybody hates Gwyneth Paltrow. This is an A-List couple and their divorce is obviously going to be enormous news, I kinda respect the way they did it - on her site, in what appears to be a personally penned note - instead of through representatives on a Friday evening hoping to avoid the major new cycle. (I possibly could have done without the “divorce tips” that came under the letter.)
I read with great interest Graydon Carter’s Vanity Fair letter this month about the non-takedown article on GP and why they pulled it. I find these themes fascinating, that not only does the public wield more weight with the media than we imagined, but that the editor of an influential magazine would thoughtfully admit it.
Which brings me to celebrities and magazines. I’m aware that my own taste is shaped significantly by other people. Living in LA makes a difference, too. I’m probably more susceptible to advertising than I ever would have imagined. But still, I thought I was past the stage of life where a celebrity directly influenced my clothing decisions.
And then Marc Jacobs hired Miley Cyrus.
My jaw fell like cement to the floor. For minutes. Marc Jacobs is one of my favorite designers. Day or night, he’s one of my first go-to’s. Many of my favorite pieces are MJ, and many of the styles I covet are MJ.
Color me snobby, but I do not want what I like to be in the same closet with what Miley Cyrus likes. She’s young, with a long way to go, but so far I do not feel a kinship. I’m not gonna ditch any future, un-bought Marc Jacobs clothing. But I might have to wait this out a bit. (I had to mentally fist-bump Jacobs' longtime photographer Juergen Teller for choosing not to shoot this ad campaign because of the star.)
Wearing my heart on a sleeve, who wants to be associated with something that screams to my soul’s contrary? I guess that’s every bottom line.