I really love these quotes by Stanley Hauerwas:
“I am a Christian. I am a Christian pacifist. Being Christian and being pacifist are not two things for me. I would not be a pacifist if I were not a Christian, and I find it hard to understand how one can be a Christian without being a pacifist. But what does a pacifist have to say in the face of terror? Pray for peace? I have no use for sentimentality.”
“I am a pacifist because I think nonviolence is necessary for a politics not based on death.”
So I just upgraded my computer this past weekend (I’m a Mac user), and my new computer has a little videocam built in. It’s such a good time waster! Here’s one of the pictures I took in my carrell in the library last night:
It’s fantastic. And I wonder why I don’t have a boyfriend.
So the other day I was talking with a few friends and the subject of guilty pleasures came up. Everyone was giving really lame answers, stuff that really can’t be classified as a guilty pleasure, so I decided to bust out with …
I secretly like Hillary Duff movies. It’s true. She’s not the worst actress in the world, she’s not skanky, and she hasn’t been to rehab … yet.
Not that I have to justify myself, because like I said, this is a guilty pleasure. A really guilty pleasure. Which I am so claiming right now. Which leads me to ask …
What’s your guilty pleasure? Spill it.
- the fact that I am known as a hippie anarchist disguised as a neo-con in my classes
- scandalizing friends who thought they couldn’t be scandalized by me anymore
- watching Boston Legal and having a highly inappropriate crush on James Spader
- my new thesis topic
- Diet Coke
- David Beckam staring at me from my fridge door
- the weather
- that I live with Suzanne and continually sing bad musical songs when we should be studying … (Papa can you hear meeeeeee?!)
- Meredith for giving me this idea
And there it is.
I don’t think men realize how gassy the ladies can be. Sometimes, on a bad day, I feel like I need to apologize to the other women in the bathroom for the noises coming out of my body … but most times I just wait until everyone has left to come out of my stall.
Too much information? Maybe. Hilarity at my own expense? You bet.
I don’t mean the title to be offensive or sacreligious. I truly mean that sentiment. Why, you ask, do I make this statement?
I’m pretty sure my whole body tensed up as I read this article. Here are a few gems of quotes found within (remember – none of these are ironic or in jest):
“Men make decisions. Women make dinner.”
“If we love the Scripture, we must do it,” said Smith, who gave up her dreams of a career when her husband said it was time to have children. “We must fit into this role. It’s so much more important than our own personal happiness.”
“The whole point of taking college-level homemaking, she said, is to ensure that her husband won’t ever feel that he has to darn a sock or do the laundry. Those are her jobs.”
“She’s sewing a pink-and-brown polka-dot dress for herself. She dusts, mops and vacuums. She often makes dinner for her family: Noodles from scratch, or quiche with a homemade crust. Does she enjoy these tasks? Except for vacuuming, absolutely, Felts said. And if she didn’t? ‘It really doesn’t matter what I think,’ Felts said. ‘It matters what the Bible says.’”
Really? I mean, really? I need to make a quick list so I don’t completely lose my head.
1. I don’t recall the Bible ever saying that women were required to darn socks, make homemade pastries, and vacuum the house.
2. I also don’t recall the Bible saying that women (or men, for that matter) are supposed to give up their callings and happiness for the other spouse.
3. Since when does the husband get to decide when it’s time to have children?! Men can decide as soon as they have ovaries and a uterus.
4. More than anything, I feel sorry for these women who believe that this is any kind of way to live a life. We are valuable human beings, worth far more than the life that these women are advocating. I’m not saying every woman has to be a scholar or business person, but don’t deny yourself the opportunity because a man told you to! And guess what? God didn’t tell you to either.
I’ll leave you with the wise words of my dear friend Chris Ellis: “God gets blamed for a lot of shit that God has nothing to do with.”
This is the beginning of a paper I’m working on for a class this semester. It deals primarily with Baptists and pacifism/conscientious objection.
Pacifist. Conscientious Objector. In times of war and intense pressure to proudly bear the colors of one’s country and be the ultimate patriot, persons identifying with these two terms are not looked favorably upon and may even be called a traitor to his or her country. A sense of nationalism is to be expected from one’s country, but what happens when that nationalism seeps in through the walls of the church and becomes part of the church’s identity? What happens when peace and patriotism are at odds with one another within the church?
I used to think the public restroom signs that said “Please let us know if this restroom needs attention” meant that the restrooms were lonely and needed someone to come use the toilets so it would feel better about itself.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kind of excited about this movie coming out:
I think I might relate a little too much … if you see me walking around with a rubber man, do something.
So I went into work today, which currently requires me to spend countless hours in Brooks College Library, and found (to me) what is a most offensive thing.
A half full bowl of cereal, half a cup of milk, two McDonald’s cups of coffee, and an empty Red Bull can on the library table. Just sitting there. In the library. With books.
I have no doubt that this the direct result of undergrads deciding it would be cool to go sit in the library and be … well, undergrads. Not that I’m biased or anything.
But who does that?! Why would you deface a sacred space with cereal and McDonald’s cups!?
So undergrads and grads alike — beware. If you leave trash in the library, I’m coming after you.
