Come On In, Bigfoot.

Mr. M and I threw a rager of a party last weekend. We invited our friends and neighbors, and had kegs of iced mocha. It was a great night, and almost without incident. Many uninvited guests showed up at the door, and they were all warmly received . . . all, that is, but one. Bigfoot heard the pumping rhythms and the laughter, and he came to the door asking to join. For my own well-being, and that of my guests, I had to deny him entrance. I like the big guy and all, I'm just not comfortable having him in our home--our home, the home that we paid for and that we can grant or deny entrance to anyone as we see fit. I didn't think this would be a problem. I thought Bigfoot would surely understand that I am not comfortable with a 6 foot hairy ape partying at my house. To my great disappointment, I got a legal notice soon thereafter. Bigfoot was suing me for cryptozoological prejudice.

In all seriousness, I must confess this is entirely fictitious. I just wanted to illustrate the fairly recent judgement in New Mexico where a couple that owns and runs a photography business there was fined after refusing to take the photographs at the commitment ceremony of a same-sex couple. The couple had religious convictions that made it impossible for them to condone the event. I don't see why they should have gotten fined for living out their beliefs at their own expense. Again I say, AT THEIR OWN EXPENSE. They weren't hurting anyone. How intrusive is the government going to get? Am I going to have to start inviting Bigfoot in whenever he comes to the door?