I feel like drinking, after today.

My Religion class is like that.

Here's what I wanted this class to be: A discussion of various beliefs, told from the view of a respectful skeptic. This includes Christianity.

Here's what the class is: A preacher professor telling us about his religious beliefs, completely ignoring the syllabus in favor of his 'teachings'.

Now, I can deal with this, normally. I'm used to Christians being very vocal about what they believe in. Good for them.

But you would expect from a teacher a bare modicum of respect for those who do not share their beliefs, correct?

Well, in this class, you would be wrong.

Today we were supposed to discuss Hinduism in limited detail, and then watch The Hogfather.
What we did was sit around and talk about the Bible.

It was reminiscent of my old Sunday School courses. It was one man, backed by his choir of believers who also take the class, preaching to us.

From the number of people who participated in his enthusiastic sermon, there are exactly four non-Christians in that class. We all sit in the back, and we were all gritting our teeth, trying to remember that we needed this course credit.

Whats worse, we were directly ridiculed, in front of the entire class.

When asked why more people didn't read the Bible, if they called themselves 'Christians', I responded aloud, "Because it's long and boring and full of contradictions."
To which he replied, "Can you tell me the contradictions?"
"No. I haven't read the Bible."
"Ah."

He then began to expound to the class that a lot of people wrote off the Bible as contradictory, and yet have not read it, and how we clearly did not know what we were talking about.
I was humiliated and said no more in the class.

The professor continued to lead a discussion about Heaven and Hell, and how people got the right to go there. Other people in the class offered evidence or denied certain aspects, to which he listened and offered comparative evidence.

My friend, a Jew, who sits next to me, asked a question. He wanted to know where Christians got their concept of Hell, in the Bible, as Judaism does not have a Hell.
The professor said, "No, you're wrong," and began explaining (erroneously) how Jews did, in fact, have a Hell. As my friend continued on to explain that there was a Jewish sect who believed that one did not have to be Jewish, but could live a Jewish lifestyle and be a 'good Jewish person', the professor listened and said (I kid you not):

"I sympathize with your beliefs."

It was then that our little corner of non-God fearing religions shut up and tried to hide. We were very clearly outnumbered, and we all sat through the entire class that had openly ridiculed us, just waiting for it to be over.

My friend and I went to the Galley, where we ate ice cream and tried to calm down. I was furious. I can only imagine how my friend felt.

Until today, I had tentatively associated myself with Christianity, if not as a faith, then at least as a good way of going about things. In moderation.

Today, as before, I have lost faith in Christians and their God. I was a lot younger when something very similar happened to me. One man stood before me and said, "No, you're wrong." And I never went back.

I am going to have to sit and think long and hard before I go back to that class. It's true, I need the credit. But I do not think it is worth this.

Also, for those interested:
Losing Faith in Faith: Bible Contradictions

I'm going gay again. And if a woman asks me, I'm straight.

I'M GOING ASEXUAL, PEOPLE.

I HAVE HAD IT.

STOP MESSAGING ME. STOP E-MAILING ME. STOP INFERRING AT ME.
I'M NOT THICK. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE AFTER AND I AM NOT INTERESTED.

ALEX HUTTON, TIM FROM DOWNSTAIRS, GREG HYZY, I AM LOOKIN' AT YOU.

DEAR MEN,

Please, please, PLEASE find someone else to fixate on. I am not up for grabs, and I don't enjoy feeling like a god damn Barbie doll.

For years, I have tried to figure out why I am so desirable to the opposite sex. It's been going on for longer than even I'm aware of. AND I CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT.

I'm grumpy. I'm crude. I do not bathe on a regular basis. I wear men's clothes that are falling apart.

IF SOMEONE CAN TELL ME WHAT IT IS THAT IS SO APPEALING, PLEASE DO SO, SO I CAN TURN IT THE FUCK OFF.

Friends. Strangers. The guy who lived beneath me in my dorm.

STOP THE MADNESS, PEOPLE. Surely, SURELY you can do better than a misogynistic, loud, greasy-haired buck-toothed bitch, you feel me?

God, PORN has got to be more rewarding than fixating on me.


GET A LIFE,
Z


I ONLY WISH THIS WERE HYPERBOLE.

Just got drunk-dialed by a friend of mine. He confessed that he had the hugest crush on me because I had the largest boobs, and continued to say that he loved me to a degree I could not understand.

Oi.


(also, I punched a hunter in the face. Must find icon...)

I acknowledge that there is a science to getting a job. You have to get the right store/restaurant at exactly the right place. You have to make a good impression on everyone you encounter in that establishment. You have to be persistent. You have to stand out of the crowd.

Thank you. I get that.

Now let me say this. If one more employed person gives me advice on how to get a job, I will hurt them.

I love it when people tell me 'so and so is hiring'. That kind of insider info makes the difference between employment and not.
I do not love the well-meaning advice, the badgering, the 'oh, you have to keep trying' bullshit. I promise, nay, swear to you that I have heard it all before.

So shut the fuck up.

So, I found out today that the mother of the friend I caught a ride home with for Spring Break asked her son, immediately after my departure from their company, if my family had any religious affiliation. This was after my ten-year-old brother glomped me happily in the middle of Chik-Fil-A.

I'd noticed that the woman had looked a little taken aback when a little blond boy came barreling through the door to wrap his arms and legs around me, but I soon set him down and introduced him as my brother whom I had not seen in two months. I figure, hey, enthusiasm is not that strange in such circumstances. She remained reserved.

I don't mind people thinking me a godless heathen. Hell, I don't give a good goddamn if they accuse me of being a hell-bound lesbian whore. But when people make assumptions about my family, I get a little annoyed. I did not find my brother's behavior odd or questionable in the least, even if it is a little startling to see someone gleefully attacked by Octopus-Boy.

I'd not spoken of my family during the car trip. She asked me no questions on my religious preferences. All I can assume is that she judged my family on the actions of a hyperactive ten-year-old. And that really pisses me off.

Her son, my friend, also told me about how his mother had gone into a rant about not voting for the talented gay man on American Idol, because homosexuality was a sin.

There's jack-all I can do, at this point. I just hope I never see the woman again, because I would not be so genial. Bigoted morons looking down their noses at my little brother do not bring out the best in me.

There are days when I don't hate all of humanity.

The days when people want to have a sit down to talk about our feelings? Those aren't them.


Fuck that noise. Grow a pair and move on.

Venus: The Goddess of Chicken Legs


What the motherfucking fuck. I ignore fashion. It annoys me, but doesn't directly affect me as a person. I have a confident self-image, knowing that the current (and deadly) craze for insane thinness is just a phase that people will come to realize as a bad bad thing ONCE THEY DIE OFF.

But this? This is taking ancient, beautiful art, older than our civilization, let alone our fashion sense, and making it into a disgusting, lifeless hunk of unrealistic propaganda. They look like friggin Bratz dolls!

This is sick and wrong, so:


Dear Thorvaldsen Museum in Copenhagen,

Eat all the dicks.

Absolutly no love,
Z


In related news, the Jessica Simpson weight free-for-all makes me want to bash heads.
Look at that second picture! That woman is beautiful! I would not even look at her former 'weight', but in that second image? Good God!

What the hell is wrong with people?

Some jerkoff in my dorm stole my Power Rangers ring tone!


::grumbles::
fucker.

Dear Bush Admin.

Go. Fuck. Yourselves.

FUCK you,
Z



Dear Doctors/Phamacists Who Don't Wanna Do Their Fucking Jobs,

Eat me.

See you in hell,
Z


Dear Pro-Lifers,

Get out of mine.

NOT your walking incubator,
Z

PLEASE, CONTINUE TO HAVE SEX. GET STDS. HAVE BABIES. GO CRAZY. I DON'T FUCKING CARE.

JUST DON'T TELL ME ABOUT IT, EXPECTING ME TO BE IMPRESSED. I AINT. YOU ARE NOT COMING UP WITH ANYTHING NEW, I CAN PRETTY MUCH GOD DAMN GUARUNTEE THAT.

NO LOVE,
Z