Maria, that link -- about disagreeing with the Church yet remaining in it -- reminds me of a nun I met years ago. I was just out of college and trying to get a job, so I took every freelance writing gig that I could get. One of those gigs was for the local Catholic newspaper.
In that capacity, I wrote an article about an Ursuline nun who, at the time (1994) was so active in international human rights --specifically women's and children's rights -- that she had speaking privileges on the floor of the UN in their humans rights committee.
One of the things she had been involved with was creating a women's/children's shelter in Turkey. After our "official" interview was over, I asked her about reproductive issues at that shelter, because she had alluded to them. I promised her that the interview was definitely over, and nothing more that she said would ever see print.
She told me that they strongly advocated condom use at this shelter, and I asked "But how do you do that when the Church's position is against it?"
She just smiled -- this 70-ish white-haired nun -- and said "Well, we just set the boxes of condoms out on the tables, and if the women take them....we don't stop them."
And I thought, FUCK yeah.
And also, a big wet kiss to Teppy. I know what a shitty emotional meatgrinder the FAC put you through, and I would never push anything on you.
Except possibly the adorability of Alan Cumming.
Except possibly the adorability of Alan Cumming.
Get thee behind me, Zmayhem.
Steph, that is my version of Catholicism. If human life is sacrosanct, yet God gave each and every one of us a free will, how on earth can I take away another's right to exercise that free will, even if it is contradictory to my personal beliefs?
The Church provides a guide on how to live one's life. Ultimately, it is up to the individual on how to practice one's faith. At the end, the pope will not be the arbiter of justice; it is God who determines whether one lived a Christian life.
Get thee behind me, Zmayhem.
::obediently gets behind Teppy::
::surreptitiously checks out her ass::
Just stopping in to read eveything in between downloading my portfolio and resume on my NEW JUMP DRIVE ( I love it! I feel like such a technogeek with it, and AIFG?!), watching all of this season's 24 and snarfing too much excellent pizza.
When I'm standing up there getting frustrated trying to teach bored kids why it;s important to learn how to think and consider one's personal viewpoints and ethics, it's y'all I'll be thinking of as exemplars.
Well, I just figured out why my mom didn't seem to understand how much work a Ph.D. entailed.
She didn't understand how much work a Ph.D. entailed. She thought it was simply a matter of taking more classes. She didn't realize there were years of hardcore research involved, and it could take any number of years until you accumulated enough data to write a thesis.
She keeps asking me if it was possible to make a living with a Master's. And maybe I'm becoming better about not snapping at her, or maybe I'm just so bloody tired, but my responses were delivered...less snappishly. "Lots of people make a living with a Master's. Lots of people make a living without one. Don't worry. I'll find something."
I just want this post b/c it's the DRD number.
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And now that I've obtained it, off to bed!
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I just numberslutted a DRD number. No wonder I can't get laid.
