Cultural Relativism... Drives me bonkers

So today I was reading an article on ABC news and realized one thing.... I hate the idea of cultural relativism. Let me rephrase this, I don't like the idea that everything is OK if it's a societies culture. People pull this stuff all the time and it drives me crazy. Now I'm not saying all forms of cultural relativism are bad, for example If one society chooses to eat bugs or meat because it's all that is provided fine.

On the other hand these hippie, liberal, (Yes I'm a liberal) who feel that it's wrong to impose their will on others,ever, grow a pair. Genocide=wrong, denial of rights=wrong, FGM = wrong, slavery = wrong. It strikes me that the same people who fight the death penalty (I'm one) and voluntary student religious groups (Not so much me, but I understand where people are coming from), are the same people that defend cutting off parts of the female genitalia as Cultural Relativism.... Yeah Sure, and it was a great idea killing six million Jewish people in WWII... Wake up people, cultural relativism is nothing but a term for "I don't have enough time to care about everything" just admit it, stop being a hypocrite and care.

Blog Intro/ Grandma

So this blog is dedicated to things I love and the things I hate (hence the name). Sometimes I will pay homage, sometimes I will complain, argue, and the like. It just depends on the mood. So with that in mind here is my first entry, simply a poem dedicated to my late grandmother.

You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

This was an anonymous poem written for the Queen Mother in 2002, however I found it very fitting, and as such chose to use it to remember my grandmother.