Open Minded

My two sisters and my one brother are much older than me.  I often joke that I was an only child with five parents.  It’s very difficult for me, even though I will be 40 years old on my next birthday, to out-live the title of “baby of the family”.

 

Conversations with my neo-conservative sister (seven years older) often involve wading into a controversial subject that would end in her evaluating the interaction and giving me some motherly  sisterly advice.  Nearly every conversation would end with, “Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.”

 

If I disagreed with her about taxes: Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.

 

If I disagreed with her about political systems: Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.

 

If I disagreed with her about military intervention: Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.

 

If I disagree with her about religion: Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.

 

One particularly heated argument (by Scandinavian-American standards – which involves any discussion that could even be called ‘an argument’), a very long time ago, concerned marriage equality.  She insisted that “homosexual” was a willful action and not an identity referring to sexual orientation and various nonsense about “gay marriage” being ridiculous and supporting it being ungodly or whatever and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.  I responded to her “arguments” but she accused me of not listening to her and just waiting for her to get done talking so that I could hear myself speak.

 

I was a bit indignant – but I knew it was true.  There is nothing she could possibly say that would change my mind.  What?  She was going to convince me that my friends shouldn’t have the right to marry their partners?

 

It’s not happening.

 

It simply wasn’t up for debate – well not REAL debate.  A real debate is a negotiation where various stake-holders come to the table, make their cases and come to a conclusion.  I’d be happy to “debate” marriage equality as a means of convincing an audience, as some sort of spectacle, but there was no audience to convince.  The stake-holders were also not invited – so what sort of legitimate “debate” could there be on this issue between us? 

 

I absolutely was just waiting for her to get done talking so I could put in my two cents; so I could articulate my thoughts; so I could explain how she was wrong.

 

Then she said, “Don’t be so open minded that you’ll let anything in.”  Instead of, yet again, allowing my stance to be discredited as simply youthful contrarianism or whimsy – I finally told my sister:

 

“I’m not open minded.  I disagree with you.”

Introduction

Hello everyone!

 

I’m M. A. Melby (not my real name) from Minnesota.  I teach physics.  I write.

 

I’m pushing 40 years old, been married to a man for almost 20 years, have two small children; and live a life that I once believed to be mundane.

 

I’ve been writing seriously for several years.  My most popular pieces tend to be of the take-down variety

 

Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint.

 

However, I want to correct an error that I made writing growing up.  Sometimes we see our own lives as the default – as ordinary – as normal; and I’m no exception.  It’s been difficult to shake the idea that if I “write what I know” that it simply will not be interesting.  However, every step of the way, either in my writing or experimental music, I’ve been encouraged to share my stories.

 

This is what I did for Atheist Voices of Minnesota and (amid the occasional point-by-point evisceration) that is what I’ll do for you.

 

Hi. I’m M. A. Melby (not my real name) from Minnesota.  I grew up in the middle of nowhere, in a Scandinavian American town isolated from the rest of the world on a small dairy farm.  I was the nerdy band-kid at a school with a graduating class of about 40 people.  I toured China with a wind ensemble in 1993.  I used to dress up as a vampire and run around playing rock-paper-scissors.  I both persevered and failed miserably as a woman pursuing a career in a STEM field.  I make noise.  I’ve shoveled shit and I’ve worked “at the beam” studying epitaxial thin films – and both were actually pretty awesome.

 

Be seeing you.