I think it says a lot about me that as happy as I am about the Supreme Court’s ruling striking down the Defense of Marriage Act, I take infinitely more pleasure in imagining how outraged, surprised, angry and defeated the bigots in this country must feel right now.
I should feel elation for my gay friends and the equality they so deserve. They should be people in the forefront of my mind on this historic day.
Instead I find myself focused on the image of some probably old, probably white bigot somewhere probably south of me, sitting in a rocking chair on his front porch, pained as he watches the America he once loved rapidly transform into an America that we can all love.
I’ve always been a fan of schadenfreude. This is the one instance when it feels not only good but somehow righteous as well.
