Monthly Archives: June 2008

Beginning in my junior high years I consumed the works of Steinem, Freidan, de Beauvoir, and a hostess of other feminist writers. My sensibilities absorbed the fundamentals. I was a purist. Opportunity and equal pay for equal work. Simple. Direct. Fair. My politics and education led me to decide that the only reason men acted like men, and women, women, was due to cultural conditioning. A baby treated like a boy, acts like a boy. It had nothing to do with God’s design, programming, or His will. What twaddle. In spite of drinking the Kool-aid, I used this knowledge to …

I remember staying at a cottage near the beach with my parents, plus my wonderful sister and her family. Since she and I were both grown-ups, in theory, at that time, we decided to go for a night stroll on the beach. We had a lovely time strolling, chatting, dreaming. When we got back, her husband looked very worried. “Your Dad is really mad.” Mad? We were adults. What was there to be mad about? She and I went into his bedroom and, oh yes, the man was livid. Why are you out so late? Don’t you know people are …

The Left Behind series succeeded, in part, because someone played out a credible scenario of the end times that attempted to marry biblical prophecy, modern technology, and our continued humanity. I said credible, not certain. Even among like believers there are myriad theological points to debate. Or, argue for those so inclined. It will play out exactly as written. In the bible, that is. It’s God’s plan. We can only suppose. One of the most compelling notions is that Jesus will rule this earth. Not from afar. Not through an intermediary. Not with an invisible hand. In Jerusalem and in …

I’ve decided to complain this week. Just have a few things that bug me. I figure it’s safer and kinder to vent here than to confront the offenders. I will add to this list as needed, but I have a starter list of situations and people that I find irritating. If I am a curmudgeon, so be it. In person, I have rarely commented on any on these irritants–except the time I told the waitress to quit calling me honey, dear, sweetie. If she were older and named Flo, I would have understood. Still, I did tell her nicely . …