Last night I watched a movie made in the '30s--a movie that portrayed a Tennessee chapel revival/conversion scene without irony, and without making the churchgoers into criminals or the convert into a victim. This morning I got up to hear all about Perry and Windsor. With all due respect to my conservative friends who want to see the decisions as examples of judicial restraint, they are really reminders of how far we have come ... in not even a century ... from ideas that we used to hold about the place of religion in our lives, and the place of certain other things that were seen as so natural as to be even more basic, if possible, than religion itself.
Here's another reminder of how much things have changed. It was 1955. Things weren't perfect (as a few of the lyrics of the song may suggest); but Dean is a far cry from Macklemore and Lewis.