The Jesus Christ acapella reprisal is filling in for me:
I have no idea what’s going on here. I just know I’m in love with it. In a way that’s possibly disturbing.
Also, Boyfriend recently discovered this video that reminded him of his childhood:
I really need to have more space-traveling dinosaurs in my stories, and possibly in my life as well.
Looking over this discussion on The Hand Mirror – a discussion spawned by the Catholic Church’s genius handling of the issues surrounding the rape and impregnation of a nine-year-old Brazilian girl – I am once again struck by what a huge red herring this entire ZOMG ABORTION thing is.
Here’s a fact: abortion has always existed. It wasn’t particularly safe and it certainly wasn’t something you spoke about in mixed company, but the truth is – women have been choosing to end their pregnancies for thousands of years. For as long as it was done secretly, for as long as the sluts stood a good chance of bleeding to death – few people actually worried about the so-called moral implications of abortion.
Of course, the minute a rape victim or anyone else can have access to a safe abortion, it becomes an issue of BUT WHAT ABOUT THE INNOCENT BABY???
Like I said in the comments to the post I link to: if you really believe it’s a “baby,” then be consistent. Demand that not only abortion be outlawed, but that every “suspicious” miscarriage that didn’t have witnesses must involve a criminal investigation. If it’s really a sweet, innocent perfectly cognizant baby in there, the moral crusaders need to determine – did the potential mother trip, or did she deliberately jump off the staircase to murder the baby?
In fact, we ought to prevent pregnant mothers from doing anything at all that could possibly harm the sweet, innocent soul. They shouldn’t leave their houses. They shouldn’t even have conversations with anyone, lest they get into an argument about the merits of “America’s Next Top Model,” or something, and get really stressed out and miscarry and murder their own children due to their irresponsible behaviour.
Or, better yet, how about we just scoop women’s brains out altogether – and turn them into little hatchling factories for the precious babies?
Isn’t that what this is really about? The idea that some of the little ladies, far from fullfilling their duty as hollow objects so that the smart and intellectual and totally-not-insecure men could have something to project against, decided to officially and publicly assert dominion over their own wombs?
Nah. Abortion is not the issue. Misogyny is.
Boy, why does this story look so familiar?
So those who helped secure an abortion for a NINE-YEAR-OLD are bad, evil people. Meanwhile, I haven’t exactly heard that the RAPIST of said nine-year-old has been excommunicated. I mean, why should he? He was just helping the little girl fullfill her duty as a human vessel! Sheesh, don’t be so hard on the wee wittle rapist.
My own Eastern Orthodox church is, sadly, no more intelligent on the subject. It’s one of the reasons I choose not to go to services, to be honest. These people who would force a rape victim give birth, whilst crowing about the “sanctity of life” (whose life? Certainly not the girl’s) no less – honestly? They just get off on the rape. They get off on forced impregnation. They get off on the idea of a female body as this kind of thing – this sinful, but delightfully pliant thing that can be twisted this way and that in their gnarly hands, and torn apart in a hundred different ways, for the “glory” of God, supposedly.
These people are sick. I pity them.
P.S. For more about this on Feministe – go here and here.
P.P.S. I’ve been thinking about this today, and I have to say – why not just hearken back to your roots and admit that you hate women? Just get back to your element. Don’t worry your pretty heads about making the hatred palatable anymore. No matter how many times you roll a turd in sugar – a turd remains a turd.
For those of us who celebrate their holidays according to the Julian Calendar. What I have always liked about it, especially in the States, is that I got to have two Christmases. One was for gifts, the other one was for prayers and singing. It worked out alright. It still does. So have a good one!
People in my family are pretty upset, but 79 is as good of an age to go as any, I suppose, especially when you consider the enormous stress of being in his position. The future of the Russian Orthodox church remains as open as it has ever been. But wherever Alexiy II is, I wish him well, despite not being a particular fan of the church in general.
I’m not a fan of mosque-culture by a long shot (neither am I fan of church-culture, and I’m a Christian too, so go ahead and save your “OMIGOD INTOLERANCE” rants for another day, peoples), but I was somewhat encouraged by Friday prayers today.
We live fairly close to a mosque, and today in particular you could hear the local imam specifically talking about how what happened in India this week is a horrible atrocity.
It made me think about religion and how it simultaneously encourages the best and the absolute worst in most believers on this planet – how organic this mixture is to human nature.
Hey guys! Do me a favour. Look at this list and tell me what doesn’t belong on it:
VCR’s
Diaphragms made of crocodile dung
The Macarena
“Purity at all cost.”
I’ll save you the trouble: it’s that last bit. Why? Because the other three are all out of fashion.
It’s true. An entire abstinence-only education team is dedicated to twelve-year old Maria Goretti, who killed herself when threatened with rape, and later was canonized. Yep, people are still celebrating the death of a young girl in such a manner as to encourage others to follow her example. Read the rest of this entry ?
Я в гроб сойду и в третий день восстану,
И, как сплавляют по реке плоты,
Ко мне на суд, как баржи каравана,
Столетья поплывут из темноты
- Борис Пастернак
I will go down to the grave and on the third day rise,
And, like rafts floated downriver,
To my judgment, like barges in a caravan,
The centuries will drift out of the darkness.
- Boris Pasternak (bad translation mine)
Your Mother, my Lord, holds the universe, the known, and the unknown.
God, Diabetes, and Death in Wisconsin.
In other news, is it time for me to trot out this whole “dude, my grandma, she of the frilly dresses and purple lipstick, is a better feminist than half the blogosphere combined?” Apparently. Either way, I have to thank Twisty Faster for allowing me to present my viewpoint on her blog. She’s the reason why I’m not going to shut down Feminist Anonymist anytime soon (even though I have waaaay more panache than FA… or is it just the ego talking?).
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