Also, he's not a heretic, because he's not a Christian. Were I a Christian, I would be a heretic, because my bible would have some fat magic marker through the entire Old Testament, and pretty much all of Paul.
Seems to me homosexuality is a weird little option nature gives us. Obviously a species would not survive well if most of its members preferred their own sex over the opposite. Humans, however, are in no danger of extinction due to low birth rate, so I don't see any trouble.
As to "If he dates women and with experience learns to enjoy sex with them, he won't be gay any more." That is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. Plenty of gay men have fucked women and had a perfectly good time. It's less about who you fuck and more about who you're intimate with. I could fuck a dude. We could have a gay ol' time (sorry, I couldn't help myself). But I couldn't get all snuggly and intimate with the guy afterwards. I'm not wired that way. That's why I've slept with women and that's why I married a woman: because sex and intimacy are not the same thing, but they go very very well together.
Now then: Gender inappropriate behavior? I have two sons. I won't deny that I hope for them to be strong and masculine, but I hope they find a balance. A man with no feminine traits is a macho asshole. Too many, and, well, I don't really want my boys to be big sissies, especially if they're gay. "Sure son, you can try out for the lead in Cats if you really want, but might I also suggest rugby? If you're gonna be gay, you should at least learn to smash a bigot's face in, and besides: fifteen strong, athletic young men? Sounds like a good place to meet someone."
But when it comes down to it, I would rather my boys have too many "inappropriate feminine" traits than too many masculine. I would much rather have a dancing, prancing, lisping, limp-wristed, shoe-shopping queen for a son than a beer-swillin', gun-wavin, queer-hatin', woman-beatin' date rapist.
Ugh, the whole time I was typing that, I wanted to use the term "libtard." I think because I was defending the military, which isn't something I'm usually quick to do.
Many doctors are not fans of minimum rest rules because it increases the number of handoffs of patients between teams that must be done. Every time there is a handoff, information is lost, and the next team is more likely to make a mistake. This is a bigger issue than lack of sleep, but it's not intuitive to the lay public, so people don't get as angry about it.
Horse. Fucking. Shit. Coordinate your teams better, with some overlap on shifts. Get some scheduling wizard in there to bust his ass once to set up a system that works, and pay fucking attention when switching off. About half my close family works in the medical profession, and I see how they are getting off an 8-hour shift compared to a 12+ hour shift. Information getting lost at handoffs? Maybe it's because the people relaying this information are too tired to possibly think straight, despite their claims of magnificent stamina. I'll buy that a changing of the guard introduces complications, but I would attribute that more to fatigue and to arrogant fuckers with an MD after their names who won't listen to their nurses.
Last example. My father owned a tin smith shop. He employed approximately 30ish tradesmen. One day a few of them got together and decided that it was time that the shop become a union shop. Sometimes you have to wonder about the intelligence of some people. The end result was, Dad lowered their wages to the union rates. took away the perks like taking the company trucks home. A couple of them lost vacation time. The guys then started to grumble, and this was then the final excuse dad needed to retire. He sold the shop to a new owner that new nothing about the business. In two years, he ran it to the ground. The shop closed, and everyone became unemployed. The union really helped out here
Caveat: I know jack about union laws. It seems to me though, that your dad's employees went about this the wrong way. Had they said, "As a group of people working together toward common purpose, we declare ourselves a Union," things may have worked out better for them. Unless they were dicks with unrealistic expectations, which sorta sounds like it might have been the case. I see no reason though, that people need to seek out an already existing union when they collectively have the bargaining power necessary to fulfill their needs. Every time I hear about a business with nothing but miserable employees, who complain that they can't do anything about it because they don't have a union, I want to scream, "So fucking make one! You don't need anyone's permission! They can't afford to lose every single one of you at once so you can take control of this situation!"
Of course, I'm probably wrong. There's probably some law on the books that says all the sexually harassed waitresses at that Italian restaurant in my town can't be part of a union, or that they can only part of a specific regional union that doesn't give a flying shit about them.
This is reinforced by teachers who punish both students involved in a fight if either one defends himself against the other.
It's less a problem of teachers and more a problem of the punishments they're required to give out. I got in a small fight in 5th grade (Capture the Flag can get pretty heated), and after we were separated we were both made to write a page about what we did wrong, blah blah blah. My page explained what happened and that I had done nothing wrong, except perhaps tagging the other fella too hard, as that seemed to be what he was complaining about when he tackled me. I did the appropriate thing, and intended to do the exact same thing in the future if necessary (actually, I resolved to not start crying after everything was over and my body got hit with the adrenalin shock, but other than that, exact same thing). When I handed the paper to my teacher the next day, he started skimming it and gave me a quick wink and a thumbs-up. It was a few years later that I realized he was probably required to give us both the same punishment. I'm just glad we went to a school that wasn't overly paranoid and allowed teachers to handle things on their own. I wouldn't be surprised if the same scuffle wouldn't be followed up with a police report these days. And no, it wasn't much of a fight. I got tackled, ended up on top, the kid bit my knee, so I punched him in the forehead.
If money can't buy happiness, I guess you'll just have to rent it.