My ballpen. Because with this simple tool and a few sheets of paper, I can make worlds.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m in favor of women’s rights. I believe that that beautiful, oft-quoted phrase “all men are created equal” applies to women, too. I’m thankful for those women who were able to win suffrage and the right to work outside the home, not to mention the right to wear pants or skirts as you wish. However, I’m not so much of a fan of it that I have canonized the Feminists as my own saints. Nor do I consider them infallible or impeccable. What I object to is precisely portraying them as infallible or impeccable, because I can see clearly that they have in some ways failed.
The feminists demanded equality with men socially and politically. And then they demanded equality with men ecclesiastically. Women became ministers and rabbis and, in the case of the Anglicans, bishops and priests. However, when they lined up their cannons and trained their muskets on the Church of Rome, they found that they could not break its bastions with frontal assault. They attacked it as a male chauvinist, anti-woman institution for its pro-life ideas and its male priesthood. They made it out to be an exclusionary and conservative “club” of elderly prelates.
Now, I’m Catholic, too, but that doesn’t mean I’m brainwashed, and I saw that some of their arguments were, well, erroneous.
They took issue with St. Paul for saying that women should submit to their husbands. It surprised me to see that they didn’t comment on the sentence after that, which said “Husbands, love your wives”. They took issue with the Book of Genesis, and pointed out to the episode of the creation of Eve as evidence to say that Christianity was anti-woman. Well, if Eve was made from Adam’s rib, then why does that make Genesis misogynistic? If she was made from a bone from Adam’s foot, that would make her his inferior. If she came from Adam’s skullcap, that would make her his superior. But she was made from Adam’s rib, from a rib on his side, symbolizing that she was his equal and his partner, not his mistress or his slave.
As for “exclusionary”, I seem to recall that the world “Catholic” means “universal”. Everyone’s invited, then, not just elderly men in cassocks or nuns in clean habits and veils.
My friend Earl (myrielbienvenu) told me something he’d read from G.K. Chesterton which I found very funny. It went something like, “Ten thousand women marched out on the streets chanting ‘We will not be dictated to!’ and many of them became typists.” Ironic, isn’t it?
I’ll say more about this later. KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON.
Beep! My wire interceptor has caught something! Okay, decoding …
My wise informant says that Gay has a crush on Sonic (we established this in “Almost a Fight”). Before, it used to be just a nagging sensation, an itch which required some serious scratching. Now, I can conclude beyond a doubt that …
GAY HAS A CRUSH ON SONIC
I’ve got evidence of it. Gay gets jealous whenever another guy hugs Sonic, even though it’s just a joke. He’s insecure. When a guy who seems gay hugs Sonic, he
gets angry goes berserk. Think Leonidas and his Spartans kinda berserk. Yep, that’s it.
And, poor Gay, he’s caught between two people. The first one is Sonic, and the second one we’ll call UNSUB (as in, unknown subject).
Okay. That’s it? Eke. I need to get my wire interceptor fixed.
I almost got into a fight with Fairy Queen Gay today. He—or rather, it—was badmouthing my friends!
So I challenged Gay to a fight (I know, I’m more manly than the Fairy Queen. Poor me). So Gay told me to sit down, not to make such a big scene. Even took my glasses and blew on them and cleaned them. Now I gotta ask for a new pair because I have to BURN them.
My point here is merely, is it right to oppress other people just coz you’re older and higher up? The term’s bullying I think. But I say, even though Gay and his friend Sonic the Hedgehog are older, they’re acting childish and immature. I mean seriously, what self-respecting college student terrorizes a seventh-grader?
Gay, I know your secret. You’re in love with Sonic, that’s why you couldn’t take your friend acting all lovey-dovey with him. Eke. Figures.
But I’m thankful the fight didn’t push through, though. That would of been a total Trinity bomb for me.
Another ‘Nessa video. This is an acoustic version of Vanessa Carlton’s best-known song, “A Thousand Miles” performed at VH1.
And here, dear friends, is where real hope can be found!
Just something I thought up.
Suppose that you had a friend. He’s not just your friend, he’s your best friend. He’s a friend whom you can really, really trust.
Now, suppose that you and your friend fought, and up to now, you still haven’t reconciled. You don’t talk to one another, either in person, phone or Internet. You’ve cut off all contact with each other. To use the language of Church councils, you are “anathema” to each other.
You hear later that your friend got in a physical fight with someone. You ask some questions, and you find out that he got into the fight because he was defending you, even though you’re currently fighting.
What would you do now?