Monday, August 30, 2010
I discovered this website today, courtesy of a friend. It's full of humor, self-deprecation, instruction in lost arts and has just the right amount of prodding in the mix.
I also like the name. I've long had a sense of unease about "femininity" as a concept. Even after long discussions with girlfriends, it still rings of twinsets and pearls or gingham dresses with lace collars. I've always preferred womanliness. It seems to me to have a deeper, richer, warmer and even stronger sense to it. So here's to womanliness in response to manliness!
Some of the items listed are deliberately cryptic, some are fun and some have genuine meaning. But I'd trade all of it for the sake of a husband who holds me until I stop crying and a child who calls me mommy. On the other hand, you know, us Maiden Aunties need to have a stock of stories to tell.
Without further ado, here is my list:
1. I was once kissed on the cheek by Vincent Prince (he bought me lunch as well!)
2. I've been subpoenaed to testify in court twice - but neither was legally delivered so I got out of it.
3. I was once accustomed to entering prisons cells - one guard in front of me and one behind. And none of the men ever gave me any grief, because I always had a needle in my hand.
4. I love wearing skirts
5. I love being a girl (I stole this one, Barbara, is that ok?)
6. I used to hate wearing skirts and wore almost nothing but jeans.
7. When I was a 19 year old college student, I used to arrange conference calls for the KC branch of the Federal Reserve Board.
8. I've published an academic paper, which I now utterly repudiate.
9. I once got stood up for lunch because the Prime Minister called a meeting at 10 Downing Street. Well, I didn't really get stood up. We were supposed to have lunch on Monday, but he bought me Sunday dinner instead.
10. If I was indepently wealthy, I would have four homes - Denver area, the North Shore, London and Holy Island (Lindisfarne).
11. I once took a swim in Lake Superior (and yes, it's THAT north shore I'm talking about)
12. I got strep throat in Moose Jaw.
13. I've seen an altar cloth that Catherine of Aragon did the needlework for and the tomb of Catherine Parr (Henry' VII's first and last wives), which are in the same little English village.
14. I make the best braised red cabbage in the world, not to mention baklava, beef stroganoff and venison burgundy.
15. Of the bookcases in my study: one was made by my father as a young man, one was made by my brother when he was in college, one was made by me when I was in college and one was retrieved from a dumpster, and only one was store-bought.
16. I was once on Abp Chapuit's list of prayer intentions.
17. I was doing serial crossmatches on a surgery patient when Secret Service came through the lab.
18. When I am on vacation in a big city, other tourists frequently stop me to ask for directions.
19. My childhood home has been moved and a WalMart now stands where it used to.
20. I was named after my great, great aunt and the name originates in mythology. The original Camilla was an Amazon warrior queen who was said to be so fleet of foot she could run across the ocean without getting her feet wet. In this respect, as in most things, I DO NOT take after her.
21. I love baking my own bread and wouldn't dream of allowing a bread machine in my kitchen.
22. Almost no one believes I am as old as I really am. And I don't dye my hair.
23. I have never married but still have hope.
24. I have a love-hate relationship with writing.
25. Through the prayers of two faithful shepherds, Jesus Christ redeemed my rebellion and has blessed me beyond measure with friends I don't deserve (I saved the best for last!)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
If I am made to walk the plank by a pirate, it is vain for me to offer, as a common-sense compromise, to walk along the plank for a reasonable distance. It is exactly about the reasonable distance that the pirate and I differ. There is an exquisite mathematical split second at which the plank tips up. My common-sense ends just before that instant; the pirate's common-sense begins just beyond it. But the point itself is as hard as any geometrical diagram; as abstract as any theological dogma.
- What's Wrong With the World, G.K. Chesterton
If the pirate is of a liberal/progressive type, such as the religious feminists, they key thing is to never set foot on the plank.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
This resentment was given birth by the feminist movement starting in the late 60's and early 70's with the formation of "consciousness raising"(CR) groups. The stated aim of these groups was a better understanding of women's "oppression". Often the women attending these groups had no idea they had been so sorely oppressed until the CR opened their eyes. With the CR groups, feelings mattered more than facts and results mattered more than anything and the result they wanted was anger and resentment against the patriarchy.
CR groups also proved to be feminism's most useful organizing tool. It's easy to see why that might be - all those shared experiences, the oppression, the sisterhood, the relentless solicitation of emotion creates a bond which is sometimes harder to break than blood. The current incarnation of CR is seen in the chattering of blogs and discussion boards where the religious feminists gather. It is a veritable industry and its product is the creation of a shared narrative of past abuse and repression. The least imagined slight becomes inflated into just cause for rejecting what the Church has always taught, following the Apostle's example and the guiding of the Holy Spirit for the last two millennia, regarding the relationship of men and women in marriage and the Church. That is rejected in place of something they call "equality".
There is one prime directive here. You must never, ever indicate the least hesitation, the least question about the veracity of any claim of abuse or any manner or place in which that tale of abuse is retold. To question such claims is to blame the victim and to re-victimize them again. Never mind the countless men victimized by false accusations, the men who will never get their lives back. The abuse of men via false claims is not acknowledged to exist. And they certainly won't acknowledge that the Scriptural punishment for the person who makes a false claim is the very punishment the guilty perpetrator would have received.
I re-learned this prime directive last year when a dear brother in Christ published a piece I had written on his blog. Never mind that the woman in question had told her story publicly in several places (I ceased counting at four). Never mind that she had made it her calling card, I was not allowed to discuss it or question her story in any manner. It didn't matter that I happened to believe her story. It didn't matter that I wasn't actually question her truthfulness. and it truly didn't matter that my purpose in the post was to explore this phenomenon of a shared narrative of abuse among religious feminists.
This resentment gambit is a cancer, a plague on our churches, seminaries and parachurch organizations. Without it, religious feminism would never have gained its stranglehold on so many supposedly Evangelical organizations. The cancer starts with a small tumor. It might be a husband not listening to his wife when she's had a trying day. It might be a father not shepherding his daughter's heart. It might be a pastor telling a stupid wife joke. It starts there. Then, in the soil of religious feminism, it grows. Is is nurtured and clung to until the resentment matures into rejection of any male who challenges in the least way, female, ahem, equality.
The cancer affects the hearing as well as the heart. I saw so clearly in the responses to my post that so many of the feminists had been utterly unable to comprehend what I had actually written. They read everything through the lens of their resentment. The vehement reaction did nothing so well as show that my speculation had hit the mark. It forced me to recall an article I had read some years ago, by Dale O'Leary.
Before a feminist can hear anything, she has to come from a foundation of repentance and forgiveness. From the failure to adequately answer a question to unspeakable abuse - every sin must be forgiven. No exceptions. Women have been abused, no question. But women are also called to forgive that abuse. One thing standing in the way of that forgiveness is a misunderstanding about what forgiveness is. It does not mean the abuse didn't happen. It does not mean you restore the relationship. True forgiveness can only occur when a woman has experienced a genuine injury, a real hurt.
The resentment gambit will lead to a heart shriveled up like a ten year old walnut. It hurts, it makes a woman blind to the living color around her and gives her a greyish landscape of "me and my sisters against the world". It's mean, unattractive, unpleasant to be around unless you're one of the initiates and it's just plain ugly. However, when we cease to cherish our hurts, real or imagined, and learn to forgive as Christ requires, only then can we begin the journey to wholeness and holiness.
Dale O'Leary on Feminism and Forgiveness
Friday, August 27, 2010
(didn't know what else to call it, it's a part Greek, part polyglot Middle Eastern sort of thing)
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
1/4 cup lemon juice
1/4 cup water
(wait, it's gets more interesting now)
1 tsp salt
2 tsp freshly cracked black pepper
3-4 cloves garlic, finely chopped
2 tsp sumac
2 T pomegranate molasses
a bunch of fresh basil, finely shredded
2 T sugar
Suman and pomegranate molasses are available at a Greek or Middle Eastern grocery store. Make sure the pomegranate molasses is syrupy and not completely congealed (I am told this means it's been sitting around for a while).
The olive oil should be only the best - I prefer one with the "MedMark" seal. Mine is Greek, and I recommend experimenting with different varietals/regions/countries. You can double the lemon juice and leave out the vinegar -- I just had crappy lemons with not much juice today.
Shake well, check seasoning and adjust to taste. The flavors will blend upon standing, I leave mine standing out on the counter for 2-3 hours at room temperature.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
I'm not so sure it is a day to celebrate. I don't suppose most of us want to give back the right to vote, even when we are presented with the choice between dumb and dumber. Nor do I suppose that most of us who necessarily earn a paycheck for working outside of the home are disappointed that we make the same as our male colleagues for the same work and the same experience. Although I do have to make a point here of saying the "wage gap" between men and women which we *still* hear about is largely a feminist accounting trick which disappears when you consider the time spent on the job on an ongoing basis (men tend to work more overtime than women) and the overall years spent on the job (women take time off to bear and raise their children - a very good thing!).
Aside from a few legal victories, I have to wholeheartedly agree with Dorothy L Sayers when she said, approximately fifteen years after we got the right to vote over on this side of the pond, that feminism had largely outlived its usefulness and that, if it went ahead, it would do more harm than good. And she was right. The problem with feminism, as with all "progressive" movements, is that they seldom know that to which they are progressing. In consequence of this, they don't know when to stop.
I had a short FB conversation (on a friend's FB page) with someone I don't know. Here is her response to my caution about celebration the day:
As one who proudly lived through and reveled in the feminist movement, I find it difficult to understand the vehement opposition on the part of younger women.
I didn't mean to pick a fight so I called a halt to it after a few rounds. But really -- reveled? proudly lived through? Are we walking about the lies of Betty Friedan? The shared narrative created by Consciousness Raising groups? So, I responded in part:
Perhaps it is because the few children that feminist had have found that husbands make better fathers than Uncle Sam, contraceptives are a bad bargain, practices like co-ed dorm bathrooms and bedrooms and the co-ed military leave women physically vulnerable to men who are stronger, even when they are drunk.
And it's true. Even if some of the legal victories are worth celebrating, the social consequences are not. Since Betty Friedan created her "problem with no name" poverty has become feminized, consisting largely of female-headed families with no father in sight. The sexual promiscuity enabled by widely available birth control has led to newer and more terrible and more frequently occurring sexually transmitted infections. The list goes on. On the FB page, I also responded with a short reply about how OCP affects a woman's judgments on the intangibles and that she takes more sexual risks, choosing men as partners she wouldn't normal choose and then closed by saying I would rather be rescued by a 6'2" 190-pound male firefighter who passed the tests under the old standards than the 5'7" 130-pound woman who passed under the new standards which have been lowered as a result of, ahem, equal rights.
That's the problem with progressive movements. They never stop with what they initially fight for. If I saw a 6'2" 190-pound female firefighter with broad shoulders coming to my rescue, I wouldn't worry so much. But not enough women were passing under the old physical standards so they had to be lowered. The same has occurred in policing and the military. Equality is never really about equality, it's about bringing men down where women cannot (and, honestly, should not) compete. Her response to my final word, after the usual blather about respecting my opinion, was this:
What troubles me is educated women casting judgment on other women, whether it has to do with their choice and/or number of sexual partners or casting doubt on a woman's ability to do a job she has trained to do. No one travels through this life unscathed by a bad choice or difficult decision. We should be applauding others rather than casting doubt on motives or ability.
Now, first of all, I did not judge any woman or her sexual choices, whether number or quality. I simply outlined one of the consequences of OCP -- something that is well documented in the literature. This points up one of the problems of feminism/progressivism/liberalism. Consequences translates to makiing an improper judgment. Though I know the concept is terribly over-used, the truth of the matter is that ideas *do* have consequences. However, progressives demand not only equality, they also demand a pre-determined outcome as a result of their ideas. Life just doesn't work that way when you have the wrong anthropology, the wrong philosophy and most especially, the wrong theology.
Instead of revelling in rebellion, why not celebrate someone who gave her life to the ones no one else cared about. A diminutive woman who had the courage to stand up to Bill Clinton and tell him the truth. A woman who gave her life to mother the motherless, even though she bore no children of her own. A woman who persevered through many a long dark night and smelly, germ-laden, hot and humid day.
Instead, I plan to Celebrate Mother Teresa's 100th Birthday
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Which means that, once again, I am Ewoyn.
And watch it, mister. I do actually know how to use that bow and arrow.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
It's still hot today, but the kitchen was reasonably cool and the nights are cooling and this always triggers a nesting reaction in me. I've never really had spring fever, except around the time of my birthday, I usually do go out in search of some new makeup. However, I have always, as long as I can remember, gotten horrible fall fever. The moment you can feel that tinge in the air, I start craving days cool enough to wear a sweater and I start paging through my cook books. I begin to bake bread again (something which summer heat usually deters) and experimenting with soups and stews. I start nesting in a bad way. But the achy-est part is not having someone who appreciates my culinary endeavours.
Today I again experimented with my favorite cookbook, The Flavor Bible and came up with three gems:
Shrimp poached in a sauce of butter/olive oil, orange juice, fresh Thyme and Capers
Flageolet Beans with Thyme, Garlic, lemon juice and olive oil
Greek Yogurt sauce with sauteed red peppers
Later on, I think I may have to bake a loaf of bread and there is some fresh fennel and spinach which both require something like steaming or sauteing - haven't decided yet. I might even throw caution to the wind and put them together in something magical.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
You find it after all?
Just did it. Found all three of the books I couldn't figure out what I'd done with. And the bonus is that the storage closet in my study is now reorgnized (for the third time in as many weeks) and now I can set about culling and filing in an organized manner all the financial papers, articles and journals that I want to keep -- and boxes of books I can't bear to part with but have no shelf space for will line the floor.
Now, it's off to the shower and then to girls' night out at the Ice Cream "parlour"!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
First, the vast majority of men worth marrying manage to get themselves successfully married early in life and stay that way. Of the remaining men, 99% aren't worth more than five minutes of your time. Trust me. He's either a "bad boy" looking for the proverbial "love of a good woman" to turn him around or he's a whiner fussing about the lack of "good Christian women" (trust me, in this case, the demographics don't lie, he does - there are far more women than men looking for a spouse) or he's licking a near fatal wound that, had it been treated early, would have healed well. If he's divorced and his spouse is still living, give him a pass. Trust me. If he also has children, give him a pass and a very wide berth. Trust me, really.
Now this leaves us with about 2 in 1000 of the general adult male population. You may, by a great deal of guiding by God and wise married friends, find the one of those two that is worth marrying and, indeed, wants to marry.
The other one? He may prove to be a great friend who will buy you champagne on your birthday, but he's never going to be interested in anything involving rings and vows and lifetime commitments. He's a born bachelor.
Addendum: I have thoroughly enjoyed the series of posts from Doug Wilson of which this is a stellar example. It's a simple, yet vital distinction. If more men learned this . . .
So, though I doubt the late pontiff had the sort of religious feminists published by CBE and CT on his radar, he certainly had the culture pegged.
It all points to the perennial problem of religious feminists. This is the fear of lesser authorities, God's shepherds, overseers, His vice regents, as it were. They hate submission to anyone but the self - witness their posts about "my truth" and their postmodern hermeneutics. But they also fear the submission of those who place themselves under authority, willingly and with humility. The men who are faithful shepherds may be hated, but the women who humbly submit are despised.
Their "children" are books and blogs which, rather than growing into the faith, into maturity steadily lead where their ideas lead - to darkness, death and increasingly self-delusional heresies. It is a culture of death more powerful than any of them are willing to admit or, likely, able to recognize.
The culture of death is a culture with no authority but the self. The culture of life acknowledges the authority which stands outside the self, the One who gives life and commands submission to His will, His words, and His vice regents.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
"While falling, a number of people have the temporary sensation of absolute freedom, and they seek to use that freedom in the creation and pursuit of various sexualities. And that is why we are now dealing [with] metrosexuals, sodomites, catamites, lesbians, virtual perverts, bisexuals, and transgendered individuals -- not to mention the ecclesiastical variants, the lesbyterians. Sometime in the next ten years, look for more interesting variations to push to the front of the line, all demanding societal respectability -- pederasty and bestiality included. Because all this is a function of sexual postmodernism, we should simply call all of it pomosexuality. You cannot believe that ultimate reality is ultimately malleable, and yet not believe the world we live in is equally malleable" (Why Ministers Must Be Men, p. 48).
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
That's a bit like the sexist pot calling the reverse sexist kettle black, isn't it?
So, it is with a little bit of snickering that I heard the news tonight that, despite all the support she got from the Susan B. Anthony list and the heavy-handed use of Buck's crack about high heels, Jane Norton lost to Ken Buck in the Colorado Republican Senate primary.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Why godde and not God? godde is combination of God and goddess to show that the Divine transcends gender: godde is neither male nor female and both male and female since godde created both men and women in the image of godde. I believe that godde is Mother as well as Father. Instead of using the standard Lord that’s used to translate Yahweh in the Hebrew Scriptures, I use Sophia-Yahweh or Sophia. I will lean more towards feminine references to godde on my blog as masculine references are just about all you hear in church and society to refer to godde. I use exclusively feminine pronouns for godde for this reason as well. You’ll be seeing Sophia and Mother a lot on this blog, and I hope it doesn’t offend you. I hope it will help you to see godde in new ways and start to walk on new paths with this godde who cries out like a woman in labor to bring forth her people and nurses them at her own breast (Deut. 32:18, Psalm 22:10; 131:2; Isaiah 42:14; 49:15; 66:13).
I was recently queried on whether or not I was being too strong and perhaps I should consider calling them merely, "unfaithful". Well, that is certainly one word for it. However, calling what we have here in this example merely "unfaithful" is a bit like saying Judas was simply misguided about where to go for some extra pocket money. Here, in a CBE-published author, we have the open syncretism of paganism and Christianity. We have the hermaphroditic gawdy-godde. And when our authoress writes, "I will lean more towards feminine references to Godde on my blog as masculine references are just about all you hear in church and society to refer to Godde." you'll forgive me if all I can hear is an echo of a seminary professor, a vocal defender of religious feminism who, when questioned about why he taught "Egalitarianism" in all his classes responded, "Because you get the other side in every other class."
Offended? That's one way to put it.
nb: Once again, I have removed capitalization of the false deity the quoted author serves.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Do listen to the wisdom of your friends, family and those in authority over you. Deliberately and joyfully place yourself under the authority of the wise and discerning souls who God places in your path. Be a parent as well. When you hear the same thing from unrelated sources, give it serious consideration. Think twice. No, think three times before discounting such advice. Listen to your gut. And your heart. And your head. And especially the Spirit that dwells within you. When someone tells you something that stops you in your tracks and makes you pause in thought - listen carefully.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Don't forget to watch the linked video.
I'm rotflshipmp (not really, that last part doesn't happen any more since the surgery!)
It's bad enough that folks got their knickers all twisty over Ken Buck's (Senate candidate, Colorado Republican primary) crack about not wearing high heels. Honestly, if you can't take the rough and tumble and an occasional "sexist" comment, why are you in the race at all? Apparently, it's only bad if men are sexist. If women are sexist and want to specifically elect women, then that's just peachy keen-o. The religious feminists are just fine with that. Personally, I thought Buck's comment funny and his point a valid one.
Exhibit A. Margery Dannenfelser of the Susan B. Anthony fund is charged with getting conservative women elected to office. She has sent out a letter in support of Jane Norton, Ken Buck's opponent in the Colorado Republican Senate primary. Notice that it's all about electing women. Not electing conservatives or pro-life candidates, but specifically women who fit those two categories. That's ok, that's Margery's job.
But why is a religious feminist concerned about specifically electing women when they profess to be all about gifts and talents and elevating people based on those qualities and not based on whether they wear high heels or not?
And why is it ok to be sexist when supporting women and not ok for men to make sexist comments when opposing women?
And they say they're not the sexist ones? Nah, I'm not confused at all. It's just a case of flummery!
Monday, August 2, 2010
It's nice to see gentlemen leaping into the breach and correcting the impression left by the questions this respondent had asked.
That's one of the nicest things about patriarchy. Even though I'm not married, it's nice to be able to sit back and watch men do the heavy rhetorical lifting. Rather nice not to feel as if I have to defend myself against every question, criticism or slight. I once knew a religious feminist who declared she would never, ever let anything like that go unanswered.
I used to think that as well. But now I don't have to.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Angelina Jolie isn't worth her Salt.
There. It's done and we don't need to mention it again.
I had to get out of the house this afternoon and, picking from the movies available at the newest theater in the area (which I hadn't been to as yet), I chose the 2:10 showing of SALT. As I suspected, it was a female version of the Jason Bourne movies.
The premise doesn't exactly hold together here. Does anyone still believe there are late Soviet-era sleeper agents just waiting for the right moment to start WWIII so Russia can rise from the ashes and dominate the world?
For the other major complaint about the movie: Salt takes as many or more physical risks as Bourne but gets injured less seriously and recovers more quickly. Although the way she controls the police car during the chase/escape is quite clever. I never saw THAT bit coming. But, puhleeeeze, do we have to have the obligatory ladies' room scene where the dispenser is kicked from the wall and the contents thereof used in a, ahem, nontraditional manner (as in a wound dressing)? I could do without that scene.
It sounds awful, but I didn't come away thinking I'd wasted $8 even though I wasn't really surprised at any point by the plot turns. I'd guessed the denouement about 1/4 of the way in and even though my iced tea had taken its inevitable effect, I sat until the closing credits began, just to make sure I was right about it all.
Salt succeeds in a nice little bit of misdirection which is revealed at the last moment, just when you might begin to wonder if you were wrong all along. The ending sets things up for a sequel which might actually be better than this first movie, given the premise of this one.
Of course, try as the world does -- even Hollywood has to recognize that women are different. It was all for love of a good man after all.
"The Post-Ironic Age” describes our times to a nicety, it seems to me. We've reached a point where statements are made by public officials and institutions which, only a couple decades ago, would have gotten the speaker laughed off the stage. But today such pronouncements are unremarkable.
I think we live in the first age in history in which such nonsense is possible on a worldwide scale. There have always been totalitarian societies where the subject of the emperor's clothing deficit has been dangerous to bring up, but only today is such delusion acceptable everywhere. And not merely among the “ignorant masses,” but most especially and vociferously among the intellectuals.
Unfortunately, this means such statements as, "The System worked.", uttered by our Secretary of Homeland Security after an alleged terrorist on the no-fly list purchsed a one-way ticket for cash and boarded a plane for Detroit where he tried to light himself up on landing -- such statements are taken seriously.
Conversely, intended ironies, satires and sarcasm are also taken seriously. Take, for instance, responses #16 and #17 in this post at FirstThings, intended as a send-up of Anne Rice's rejection of the Catholic Church, "I Refuse to be Anti-Undead"
addendum: In answer to David Goldman: I hope not, but for now I am content to sit at the feet of a master and learn.