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I don’t usually give Comment o’ the Week to something that doesn’t make me laugh, but Sam nominated one that really is quite sweet. So here’s Gwennifer:
Sometimes I feel like that quote from Whitman â€œDo I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudesâ€. I am a skeptic because I have to be â€“ it is in my nature to be free in the way that matters most, in my mind, and only through skepticism can a mind be free. But at the same time I believe there are moments and situations where skepticism has no place. I believe in Santa, and in my own gut feelings, against all reason. I am a complete sucker, who would rather be taken advantage of than refuse help where I can give it. I am emotionally and psychologically as self-sufficient as anyone can be. I feel intensely, but I have an uncanny way of amputating feelings that become a threat to my sanity or my freedom. Sometimes I wonder how true feelings that just turn off really are, and I wish I knew the feeling that I need someone, deep down in my soul. That there is a feeling out there that is larger than self-preservation. Probably this unhealthy longing can be chalked up to too many great love stories, of the trashy as well as classic and great literature varieties. I come about last on my own list of priorities. I am a teacher, and am crazy about children. Theyâ€™re usually crazy about me too, so it works out. Iâ€™d rather hang out with the kids at any gathering than any grown-up you can name. I have no tolerance for those who deliberately hurt children.
I hate Hemingway, people who try to make my mind up for me, and prejudice in all its forms, though as a human being Iâ€™m aware of the fact that Iâ€™m not immune to it.
I hate the phrase â€œlife isnâ€™t fairâ€ and all its variants, not because itâ€™s not true, but because it is usually used dismissively, as in, since life is not fair, why should i bother being fair when itâ€™s not convenient for me. I consider it my responsibility to give more than I take, and I take my responsibilities seriously.
I love life, nature, and myself, mostly because growing up I needed something to love, and someone to love me.
More COTWs after the jump!
Faith’s contribution to that thread was also quite good:
Iâ€™m Faith â€“ I was saddled with this ridiculous name because my grandmother wouldnâ€™t let my mom name me what she wanted toâ€¦ FML (which is actually my initials). But I digress. I have been married for 10 years to a skeptic who is also an atheist but more of an atheist than a skeptic. He tends to believe what he hears until I bring up some fallacies in logic and then he tells me that Iâ€™m the smartest person he knows and then I decide to stay married to him for another year.
I work in HIV research at a very large university and post snarky things on my door. I think my co-workers humor me. Not sure about that yet.
I think science is awesome and I know how magnets work.
From mrmisconception in response to Bjornar’s suggestion we increase the popularity of the word “vulva”:
Are you trying to further the stereotype that all us elite atheist liberal types are granola-eating Vulva-driving hippies?
Oh, waitâ€¦ Never mind.
I may have said this here before, but I have always hated the word â€œslutâ€. For one thing, I hate how itâ€™s always applied to people who: â€œseem like they probably have a lot of sexâ€. Iâ€™ve known women that were virgins until marriage who just enjoyed wearing low-cut blouses, short skirts, and fishnets. But they get called â€œslutsâ€ more than little Mary Conservative who screws nine guys before breakfast.
But once I get my hands on a time machine, I want to find the very first person who ever used the term â€œslutâ€. I want to know what genius first looked at someone and said: â€œHey! That woman over there fully enjoys her liberated sexuality without all of the puritanism and self-loathing that most women suffer!! Letâ€™s come up with a pejorative word to describe HER! Maybe in a few centuries women EVERYWHERE will refuse to sleep with men for fear of ostracism and shame!!â€. I want to find the guy who first said that, and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. Pardon my French
Oh, well, gee, itâ€™s a good thing little Lilie had that art done, because she was in no way an adorable, pretty, cute little thing before being photo-shopped with girliespooge. Yeah, that original photo was just so lacking in young feminine sweetness that it needed to be drowned in the sweet juices of PinkAngelOrgasmaFairyFuck.
Itâ€™s really good that she was taught so young that her real self could never be cute and pretty enough. Itâ€™ll help her when sheâ€™s old enough to read womenâ€™s magazines and know that we all need gobs of expensive touch-ups.