Carl Truman is smart, blunt and very witty. His recent post, from Reformation 21, about a “Furry” convention in Pittsburgh illustrates this:
On Saturday I happened to be in Pittsburgh, watching the TV in my hotel room. The newscast announced that the annual Furry Convention was taking place in town. For those who don’t know what a `furry’ is (and that was me until just over 48 hours ago), a furry is someone who likes to dress up as an animal. When I was small, they were known as whackos, loonies, and Billy No-Mates, but the world was a much colder, crueler place way back when. Now, in This Present Age, they are `furries’ — friendly, decent sorts who just want to be left alone to dress up as lions and tigers and bears.
What struck me was the comment of one such furry — I believe he was a tiger, but I may have been mistaken — that furry conventions were great because `you meet people without knowing their age, gender, or even their accent, if they choose not to talk. So you can really get to know people without any preconceptions or prejudices.’
Call me old fashioned, but when I `get to know someone’, I like to know if they are male or female, thirteen or ninety five, and from whence they come. Not that I’m prejudiced —- some of my best friends are of one gender or the other, were born at some point, and speak with distinctive voices. Indeed, far from being `preconceptions or prejudices’, these would, in my limited experience, seem to be essential to knowing someone as an individual.