While I approve of Rabelais's sexual enthusiasm, I don't think he'll provide the same educational value that Anne is espousing.
Heh. Fair point.
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While I approve of Rabelais's sexual enthusiasm, I don't think he'll provide the same educational value that Anne is espousing.
Heh. Fair point.
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However, Rabelais educated children would have a highly sophisticated view about wiping their ass.
And the fastest-running ducks in the county.
I don't know who they are, except people talk about Rabelais when they mean "dirty." Stupid now. And, Tep, I don't know enough about the Bible to know if I have cites or not. Basically, I've read other people's books and taken in their opinion, I think. Which is all humbling and stuff, but better to admit and move on.(It could be he was speaking about third-century Miss Cleos.)
(It could be he was speaking about third-century Miss Cleos.)
Heh. Not far off, actually. When he writes in Corinthians that women ought to have long hair, what was going on at that time was that in Corinth, there were tons of pagan religions that had their own temples and their own congregants. These pagan temples had "priestesses" who were essentially whores, because an aspect of these pagan religions was ritual sex w/the temple prostitutes. The hair thing comes in b/c the temple prostitutes had shaved heads, on purpose. So Godly women were exhorted to have long hair or cover their heads so that no one would mistake them for a temple prostitute. (Or a Miss Cleo.)
To me, there's a stark difference between a person's relationship with God (and how they understand the universe to be wired together) and their religion. The former is about faith, the latter is about society.
This brings up the problem for me in that I'm uncertain of whether attending church falls into the first or last category. I haven't gone to church since Christmas (and only because my whole family went) and I was very disappointed. What is the point of going to church and how does that contribute to either my relationship with God or my religion? I know it says in the Bible that as Christians we should do everything for the glory of God, buy why? How and who does it really benefit if I get up early on Sunday mornings, go to church and not get anything out of it? Is it for my benefit or society's?
Interesting conversation. I had stuff to add, but I've also got the beginnings of a migraine, so all my actual thoughts went off somewhere with the swirly lights. Maybe coherent thoughts later.
These pagan temples had "priestesses" who were essentially whores, because an aspect of these pagan religions was ritual sex w/the temple prostitutes. The hair thing comes in b/c the temple prostitutes had shaved heads, on purpose.
Hmmm, I think I'm getting a glimmer of a past life in Corinth. Or, you know, I'm just having a new Corinthian fantasy.
Hec, you make me laugh. I can't help it.
Hec, you're nothing if not consistent. (If you write it, I'll read it.)
Speaking of good, Annabel has been so good lately I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. She's just...content. She sleeps well at night. She takes naps on a semi-regular schedule. She doesn't like it if we're out of sight for long, but she's perfectly happy to play in the playpen while I sit here at the computer and work and natter for half the day. She's suddenly gone low-maintenance, and it's weird.
That's it--there's a conspiracy going on, Susan. Owen's been good as gold, too. I have a sinking suspicion he's saving it up for something.
A friend of mine just emailed me and said her daughter will be in an ad for Joanne Fabrics. Right place-right time thingy with a neighbor who was a photographer and who needed a child that fit into a particular sweater. So all you crafty folks--look for a beautiful blue-eyed baby girl in blue on an end cap or in the ads. That'll be Meredith.
Chikat's niece has killed me. Mostly dead. Nononono. Completely dead. I still don't have the guts to give O pasta with sauce on it. I just roll it in parmesan cheese.