Kim Davis at fault: Looking through the eyes of Human Resource Managment

Before I even begin, I would like to quiet all the uber conservatives out there that are super loud and proud about their religion. Not that that is a bad thing, but some tend to condemn a lot of people with one hand and be a hypocrite with the other:

“ye without sin cast the first stone.”

“love your neighbor.”

Ok cool now I can continue with my diagnoses of the Kim Davis situation. So let me tell you about my views.

  1. I am a Southern Baptist born and raised however, after being in the “real world” some of the spoon feed doctrines have lost some of the power over me. In my opinion, God put you on this earth to make your own decisions and whatever you choose to do, i’m cool with. I can and will respect your choices and I will NEVER talk down to anyone as long as they respect me. I mean I think this is fair.
  2. I want to one day enjoy an environment where religion is respected and so too are the personal life choices of others. Why not stop there? I hope one day EVERYTHING that makes us different is respected and cherished. I may never see this utopia, but it is still great to think about and work towards.
  3. I believe that men, women, trans, non-conforming, and everyone else are created equal and deserve the same rights under our laws, unfortunately this isn’t the case (#blacklivesmatter).
  4. Your freedoms end where my nose begins.
  5. I am making my opinion on Kim Davis using what I have been taught during my undergraduate studies in Human Resource Management.

Ok so let’s start.

In the business world, when I go to hire someone for a particular position, there is a certain criteria they must meet called job descriptions and bona fide occupational qualifications (or BFOQs). The job description is a literal list of duties and tasks that MUST be done in order to be successful in one’s job. In order to be a cashier at Wal-Mart, one must know how to operate a cash register, basic math, money handling skills, and just good manners. The job description would list what kind of knowledge, skills, and abilities needed to fill this job and do the necessary job functions.

BFOQs are a little more tricky as they typically are traits of a job that are unique and required. To provide a easy example: in order to be a Kosher butcher, one must handle foods in a way required to maintain the Jewish dietary requirements. Typically, the actual butcher is Jewish and knows the faith. If I owned a meat company, I can make being Jewish and knowing the restrictions a BFOQ for the job of Kosher butcher. Legally, I am protected because it is REQUIRED to have the qualifications to successfully complete the job and can advertise as so. If someone wanted to try and and sue me based discrimination of religion, two things would happen: 1) religion is not a protected group such as sex and age; 2) once it is proven that you do not met the BFOQ required for the job, case is closed. If at any point you have a change in status, say you change religions, you are no longer qualified. If you notify your employer, that are impressed upon by law and good manners to find you an equivalent job of equal pay with them or support you as you find a new job.

Simple so far, right?

So let’s look at Kim Davis

So Kim was qualified for her job. She had served in the position and was find until the recent ruling that made gay marriage legal. At that point in time, Kim should have notified her employer that a new part of her job would go against her religion. Then her employer should have found her a suitable job or provided some kind of assistance. Everyone is happy. Unfortunately, this is not what happened.

Kim Davis did not notify her employer through the official channels. Not only this, but her employer did not do the due diligence to inquire if new practices would be “ok” with their employees. However, Kim is responsible for notifying her employer and since she did not, she should be terminated. And the employer is 100% covered by the law with the catch that they did take the time to inform and inquire about the new policies.

So, using the HRM approach, Kim Davis is responsible. The employer is covered, and we need to hire a new employee.

To summarize, religion is not a covered class. It take communication on all sides to make a fluid and productive work environment. Kim Davis is wrong, but her employer should have made some efforts. Case closed.

The “little too late” man

Regret is never a way to live out your life. Regret can come in many shapes and forms. Regret can come at any time, last any number of years, and quite frankly bring you to heartache.

I’ve had my share of regrets and I’m only 23. Dear God how am I to function in this life if I keep at my current rate?

You know that girl you were best of friends with and you just skipped by her and now it is too late. You know that friend you could have hung out with more and now you’ve moved away. You know that money you could have saved, that work out you could have done, or that job you should have taken, it is all gone now, it is the past.

Seems like we are hard wired to live a life full of regret. But is regret truly bad? Is regret better than failing? If you learn by failing can you not also learn by not doing?  These are the questions I ask myself late at night.

Regret can eat away at you. Taking away a little of yourself each time you think about “what might have been”. Although you might wish you had done this or that, would it not also not have worked out? It seems more and more you can’t have cake, you can’t eat it, but you most defiantly get calories just by looking at it. So I pose the question: What is regret and is it bad?

We serve students, not Wall Street: Why the dress code?

So here I am, post undergrad life, going to grad school and trying to survive. I am expected to not only act professional (completely understandable) AND dress professional. Why? Do students dress that way? Is this a private school with a special dress code? Do you really wanna wear that collared shirt and coat in 90 degree weather or that dress when its negative 20 degrees? If you answered No to any/all of those, then you understand what I mean.

Dean of Students. LITERALLY they are here to work for the students. If so, then why do they have to look like they are ready to make a James Bond remix? I work in a residence hall. A hall in which students live. Not a hall where we have the town ball. Now the President, I can understand. The name president literally implies “I’m going to dress the way I want people to view our school, professionally successful”.

Maybe I am just too young and not yet adjusted to this life in Higher Education yet, but seriously, why do I have to dress up? It seems we have gotten to a point in society when we are so worried about a certain image rather than meeting students where they are, making them comfortable, and just having fun. But wait: its summer, students are here (or there isn’t that many) and we get to dress down. WHAT. How does that even make since. “Ok y’all, the ones we work for aren’t here, now we can let loose, unwind, and not dress like we are on the board of trustees.” This is what I imagine is said when the summer polices take place and they send the email that I can wear jeans…IN SUMMER.

All of this and more blows my mind, hence this blog post.

Relationships are for the Birds

So here I am, age 23, no long-term relationship, at grad school, yet I’m suppose to be in a committed relationship? Looking a lot of social media, Hollywood, and other various things, I apparently have fallen behind in life. Everywhere I look, someone is moving in with someone, people are getting engaged, and my God the amount of children being born. I have obviously missed some kind of memo.

Now and days it seems we are pushed to new channels of communication to interact with potential partners. Now we have things like tinder, farmers only, and whatever website or app you can find by typing “relationship” in the search bar. We are now the generation where we don’t marry the girl/guy next door but rather the girl/guy one state over, 10 hours away, or with a different citizenship. IT BLOWS MY MIND. I’m over here just trying to survive school, have some sort of fun, and decide if my pants match my tie.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have the typical southern idea of finding a belle of my own, having 2.5 kids and a huge yard to mow 2-3 times a month. But come on, can’t we hold off for a little bit? Everywhere I turn there is a couple on a date, someone posing for engagement photos or someone telling me where their registry has been set up at, it’s so draining.

It seems relationships are now a dime a dozen yet marriages last half as long as they did 50 years ago. Is it technology to blame? Is it because we are just becoming more good looking? Who knows, but I do know I am not close to calling it quits. I mean everyone has at least one person on their minds. Whether its the cute waitress, your fitness instructor, or some person you met in college you still are in contact with yet for some reason relationship is not what is happening. I guess the thing now to complain about is how to make “relations” happen, but that’s another blog for another day.

Keep living your life happy couple people, I’ll just be over here stuffing my face with Chunky Monkey ice cream and spending all my time with my lovely tv.

“Hey y’all” and not “hey you guys”

So as I am (attempting to) becoming more professional in my attire, lingo, and mannerisms, I’ve noticed something people of the Midwest (and others) love to say: “hey you guys”

Although I love the classics like “The Goonies”, there has to be some subtle changes to our everyday life if we ever hope to become more inclusive. The South may have it’s own grocery list of problems, but we do one thing right: we do not show gender preference in our common phrase of grabbing attention.

I cannot begin to count the number of times I have traveled to other states outside the South and used the word “y’all” and got that “oh you’re not from around here look”. But at the same time I cannot begin to count the number of times already during my short stint in the Midwest the amount of times I have heard someone reference a group a people as being all male and they weren’t all male.

Now I know it is a nit picky thing but is it really? We live in a society where inequality is so deeply rooted and systems of oppression are so heavily ingrained into our habits. Although I personally don’t have a 5 step action plan to make the world a better place, I do know that I can use more inclusive words when interacting with society.

If you are a guy, imagine how weird it would be if you’re in a group and someone says “hey you girls”. Imagine how women feel when we mask their gender identity and enforce this crooked society we live in today.

So when you’re out and about, working with students, children, or coworkers, say y’all. It may sound like turpentine on your lips but I promise not only will you be more inclusive, but you will also get some really odd looks and can then explain yourself and spread the message about being intentional in breaking away the system of oppression we live in today.

Y’all come back now, ya hear.

I will not stand by idly

For too long I have sat still. For too long I have listened to the times of old. For far too long I have let the words of outsiders predetermine my life. Not any more.

For too long I have been told the greatness of the South has come and gone and no longer will she rise again. For too long I have been told that because I am a Mississippian, I am born to live in the dirt. For too long I have listened to statistics, studies, and history that tells me I will live a below-average life. Not any more.

For far too long, I have been an outcast, called a “racist”, taunted for my upbringing, and laughed at because of my state. Not any more.

No longer will I stand by idly as my state is condemned by others who have never graced her boarders. No longer will I stand by idly as the history of my great home is used to judge my present. No longer will I stand by idly as an “uneducated and closed minded” back-woods boy. Not any more.

No longer will I let you judge me on the actions of a few. No longer will I let the murmurings of few reverberate louder than my Rebel yell. No longer will I let our history control our future. Not any more.

Now I will look to a bright future. Now I will look to myself and those few Rebels around me willing to make the leap of faith. Now I will shatter all expectations, break all the myths, and destroy the stereotypes. Now is the time.

Now we should look at our actions. Now we should open our eyes, close our mouths, and listen to the voices that were once gagged and trampled. Now we should put away childish things and become the new (wo)man. Now is the time.

No longer will I be quite. No longer will I avert my eyes. No longer will I turn to the other cheek. No longer will I stand idly

No longer will I watch as Dixie is condemned to live a backwards life. No longer will I let my school be defamed. No longer will I let my first love be trampled on. It is time.

It is time for the new South to rise. It is time for all to be equal. It is time be leaders of industry. It is time to be teachers, doctors, and engineers of our own futures. It is time for the individual voices to rise and the masses to stop huddling. It is time for us to stop bickering, complaining, and crying. It is time.

It is way past time equality was brought to the banks of the Mississippi. It is way past time for the voice of reason to be heard in the bayou. It is way past time the presence of unity to be seen in the field of cotton. It is way past time for the leaders to rise tall among the pines and magnolias. It is way past time, Mississippi.

Let us rise together, on equal grounds, with words of wisdom, open minds, and voices raised. Let us respect ALL, and not just the few. Let us raise up our new South, show the world the love of Dixie, and make this great land one welcome for all. Let us look to the future, embrace our past, and learn from the present. Let us not stand by idly.

The flag that flies is (should be) the same for you and me

I can go ahead and tell you that this post will probably piss someone off or rub someone wrong, if so go read my other posts and find out I don’t care. This post is all about flags.

So people want to ban the Confederate flag because it is linked to racism, old ways, etc. Ok. We always want to progress as a society, not regress. But there is something that should be added to the arguments and it goes a little like this:

We want to remove a flag because it it linked to racism and the old South and anyone who flies it is racist. We want to ban it from Walmart, Apple stores, and state capitols. However, when someone burns an American flag, steps on it, desecrates it, we are told it is their freedom of speech and right as a citizen.

I call shenanigans

How on earth is that even fair? I am not preaching for the sake of heritage nor am I blasting progressives, I just want to show how unequal things are ALL over this current hot topic. I can understand removing it from government places, as all governments here in the US are of the 50 stars and 13 bars. However, this recent endeavor to ban it (the confederate flag) is making it very hypocritical as we step on rights of some and bend over backwards for others. I’ve always heard and been told if you don’t like the flag you live under then move. So if we are going to do something about flags, let’s be fair on all fronts.

Now on the subject of symbols, monuments, and other things in the news

We can change everything we want: military base names, street names, building names, take down monuments, remove all signs of our ugly past but two truths remain constant:

  1. our past will ALWAYS haunt us and will readily come up. Just look at Ole Miss and the great bounds we have accomplished yet we always have something, small or large, come up and bite us on the ass.
  2. you can remove anything you want, but until you change the people, nay the attitude, perspective, and equality, all the change in the world is a waste.

Now, I am lover of history. I am one for social and equal justice before the law. I call a terrorist a terrorist and my rights your rights. There are somethings that should change, and somethings that shouldn’t/won’t/can’t/etc. Distancing ourselves from our mistakes is important, but it also important to never forget where we have come from. Maybe we should change how children are educated. Maybe we should re-dedicate statues and once and for all decide the meaning of monuments. Maybe we should just all move to Canada and cause them problems. I don’t know nor will I ever know, but I know that during my lifetime, I will never see a perfect United States of America.

I can’t even: facing today’s issues

If you cannot make a half-hearted list of at least 10 problems facing your community, state, or country, then that is a pretty large rock you are living under. It seems everywhere we turn, there is someone, somewhere with something they did that caused something.

Now, hear me out, I’m all about change. Progressing for a better tomorrow is great, while there are some basic truths that should always remain constant. However, it seems there is always someone offended by something. I’m told to keep quite, just listen, and educate myself on other people’s experiences. OK, I can deal. The thing I cannot even begin to explain how frustrated I am is when I want to help but I’m looked at and told “you just don’t wouldn’t understand” or “you’re XYZ so you don’t get it”. Then help me get it! Don’t limit my experiences. Don’t lower your voice. Learn, Educate, Repeat. 

Something I recently come to realize is that there is always someone who will be offended by something you say or have harsh words towards something you do. That is just the cold hard fact. There is no such thing as Utopia and the moment we realize that it isn’t possible to live peacefully with all the sooner we will realize what our own problems are so that we can attempt to be at peace.

I say all of this because I can’t even. I can’t deal with how people react to social posts. I can’t deal with how people get offended at the first sign of difference in opinion. I can’t deal with how hostile people get with people of different views. We need to get a grip on how we interact with humans because if we can’t, then I can’t even deal.

Oh Dixie can’t you see?

On a hot and very humid day around mother’s day in 1992, I was blessed to be born into a hard working, Southern family. My ancestors, for the most part, have worked the soil in the great Mississippi for many generations. The rest, immigrated from humble beginnings with religions quite foreign to this land. All of my forefathers have fought in all the major wars, both foreign and domestic. I am proud of my heritage, my family’s legacy, and the country and state I call home. I have been blessed with a loving family, friends of all shapes and sizes, and a place like no other that ever calls me home. I love the sound of a hot rain as it falls on a tin roof, the smell of freshly blossomed magnolias, and the sensation of mud between my toes as I walk the banks of Old Man River. All of these things I hold near and dear to my heart and would fight till my last breath to defend the things I hold dear safe. However, there comes a point and time in one’s life to move on. No longer do I walk the halls of my tiny high school. My time as a student at The University of Mississippi has come to an end. Mississippi, with all of her majesty and glory, has taught me all she could, for now. Now I must move on to better and greater things. Now I must show the world what Mississippi has to offer. Now I must make old Alma Mater proud for making me her son. Now I must go and learn and grow so that I may one day return a changed citizen so that I may help those that live in the great state of Mississippi. There are memories and cherished times I will not forget. There are things, I’m sure, that will forever be in my heart. However, it is time. It is time to put away childish things and put on the new man. It is time to put on the whole armor of God and fight the good fight. It is time to be thankful for where I have been and look towards a brighter tomorrow. I love my great state, our great land, and my momma, but I cannot stand idle in these days. There needs to be an intervention, there needs to be hope, there needs to be a change. I am now, and forever a proud Mississippian, Southerner and American, but this great land we call home is in a dark and depressed time. Churches are no longer sacred. Citizens who are equal are not and fear for their lives. Lives are not cherished and hatred is bountiful. No one experience is the same, no voice the same sound, no hurt the same hurt. We are in a dark and depressed time and it is time for a change. It will be slow, it will be hard. Somethings will change, some will not. I fear for the future, I fear for my home, I fear for all who call this great land home. No longer will I hear the band play Dixie, as Dixie has lost its steam. I will always love the land I call home, I will always love the South, my beloved Dixie, but no longer can I stand idle, no longer can I turn away, now I must look forward, and fight for a better tomorrow. Oh Dixie, why don’t you see, you’re hurting you and me. Oh Dixie, don’t you see, you’re not the same as you sue to be. Oh Dixie, don’t you know, your past is starting to show. Oh Dixie, don’t you know, our great land is ready to blow. Oh Dixie, won’t you please, notice all the hurt that I see. Oh Dixie, won’t you please, see the hatred spread like disease. Oh Dixie, you’re hurting me.

You can keep your religion

You can keep your religion. I do not want it. I’m tired of labels, boxes, cold shoulders, and ignorance. This cradle Baptist is tired of lines being drawn, shallow expectations and ignorant glares. Your religion is useless to me and let me tell you why.

Religion has killed faith. No more do we see the missionaries of old. Now we have tv evangelists trying to stuff their pockets and increase their ratings. Religion has now become a race to see what building is bigger, who has the most “members” and who goes the furthest for “mission” trips. Churches have become an antique warehouse rather than a manufacturing plant.

Why is religion wrong? Because it separates us from others. To condemn one another is against the Bible, am I wrong? Then why do we not let our children play with other children because their parents don’t go to the same building every Sunday? Your religion is dead because it has become your god.

Catholicism. Hinduism. Protestantism. Judaism. With all of these options, we know God is for certain, but who is to say only one is right? How is it that Native Americans had a way of worship before Europeans “discovered” them? How is it that ever since the dawn of man, we have always fantasized, dramatized, and fictionalized our Creator? Here we are, thousands of years later, yelling at each other and condemning others to hell.

You can keep your religion. I have faith. I believe in my God. I believe He loves you and me. I believe He made sacrifices to get where we are today. You can keep your religion because I don’t need it. I can talk with the Jew, sing with the Catholic, and be friends with a Muslim. I can appreciate the Quaker, sit with the Mormon, and laugh with the Buddhist. We all have that end goal of eternal life. We all have that feeling, that passion, that fear. Your religion is yours to keep. I want to be free to love others, learn their passions, experience their faiths, and grow closer to my God. Keep your religion, because I don’t want those strings on me.