Three Shameful Things
A friend suggests that I try to unclog the writing drain by listing three things I consider shameful about myself, and three things society would consider shameful but I don't. I'm not much of a believer in the public confession thing, but being somewhat adventurous in nature, I am willing to give it a try.
1. I have a mean streak a mile wide and several miles deep. It's fueled by demon rages that can be triggered by any thing at any time. I keep it under control by the mental equivalent of a scold's briddle, but sometimes it cuts loose and there's hell to pay. It's worse because I have really good aim and can find someone's weak spot nine out of ten times. The flip side is that I am so used to reining myself in that sometimes I don't speak up when I should.
2. I am seriously material. One of my essential fears is that I will hear God's call and He'll be saying something like follow Mother Theresa. I mean, how do you tell God No, thanks, today is not my day for cleaning sores in Calcutta, Nordstrom is having a sale on Jimmy Choos? I try to believe that I'm making it up by being generous with charities, but of course I'm not.
3. I like the Bee Gees (I know, I know, woe unto me, child of iniquity).
1. I don't have any sexual taboos. Whatever consenting adults do alone, in couples, or in multiples is merely a matter of curiosity. There ARE things I won't do; but if YOU want to do them, enjoy yourself. I also don't think God is as unhinged about it all as we are.
2. I make value judgments about things social and cultural, and usually from a feminist position. I tend to look at the status of women in a culture as a clear indicator of whether I consider that culture worth my while. I won't apologize for this. I AM a woman, and the lives of my world-sisters are of supreme importance to me.
3. I am intolerant of vulgarity and crudity. I think the people who invented Married with Children and similar fare should be consigned to the deepest frozen pits of hell where ice worms can gnaw their insides. Further, I think the word "fuck" is vastly overrated as a swear word.
Whew! I feel better already.
Late Night Thoughts...
The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime, and the punishment of his guilt. John Philpot Curran
Friday, August 22, 2003
Three Shameful Things
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
To those people who wrote and have gotten mostly silence for their pains. I'm not usually such a mannerless pain in the arse as all that. It's just that I've found myself at a crossroads, and trying to make sense out of it has taken all my time and attention.
Lately watching the world is like watching a slow motion train wreck, and writing about it seems to be too much, or too little, or simply useless. I thought at the beginning I would have something to say, but...well, I don't anymore. Not really. I have been spending a great deal of time reading, and most of it has been disheartening. When the sounds of "stop! wait! don't do that!" has grown in volume to seventeen-choirs-doing-the-Messiah-at-Christmas-time and the voices are coming from liberals and conservatives, domestic and foreign; when the reputation of this country has sunk to that of a playground bully; when we expressly abandon our freedoms to ensure some kind of safety that seems, upon scrutiny, to be illusory; when we are willing to destroy each other over the legacy of a Man whose most vocal adherents call him, without irony, The Prince of Peace; when we mortage our grandchildren's health and well-being to the short-term interests of timber, oil, and agribusiness; when we seem to have stopped thinking of each other as anything but "the enemy," what is left to say?