I usually do a feedback column on Friday, but due to events of the past few days I got behind a bit. I hope you enjoy the feedback featured today and you tune in for tomorrow’s Sunday Rant, which will be a discussion of the state of discourse in our society, especially as it pertains to online commenting and anonymous cowards.
“Gee, I wonder why she’s writing about that?” you must all be asking yourselves. More on that tomorrow, but now, here we go with Friday Feedback! On Saturday! So kooky!
First up: as you know, I wrote a blog about The Politics of Group Friendships this week, in which I addressed a woman who wanted to reject some new members of a group based upon a limited set of interactions with them and the belief that they didn’t “fit in.” Toward the end, I mentioned a recent situation in which I completely misjudged a woman based upon her appearance (beautiful), age (younger than me by lots) and exceptional talent (golf, arg) and did not want any interaction with her. “Misjudging” is of course only part of the equation, as I also had to come to terms with the fact that I was wildly jealous of her.
I hate jealous women. I am jealous women.
If you read the blog, you know how wrong I was and what I took away from that night. If you didn’t read the blog, seriously, fuck you. How am I supposed to make this happen if my audience isn’t listening? Anyway, the young beautiful awesome golfer (her name is Perry, by the way) read the blog, and wrote this on her Facebook page:
“I have dealt with being pre-judged my entire life, mainly because of my blonde hair and my super high voice that makes me sound like I’m 12 years old! Ironically, some of my very best friends today have been quite honest with me and have told me that they hated me the very first time they met me and said I just looked like I could be another “Blonde Biotch!” Sometimes its been tough, but the ones that give me a chance really find out that I am just a big nerd that would where the same outfit of yoga pants & oversized tshirts everyday if I could….eats rice krispie treats & gold fish 4 breakfast…bites my fingers nails down so short it hurts to touch anything…& my idea of a fun night is watching “Wheel of Fortune” and “Pinning” stuff on my Pinterest page that I’ll never be able to afford to actually buy!
A few weeks ago in Portland, OR, I was fortunate to sit next to a woman that I was actually kinda scared to sit next to. She was a very successful lawyer and could have been a stand up comedian, and when she spoke, she had EVERYONES attention! I wasn’t quite sure what she thought of me, but I was so touched that she was willing to share this blog post with me that she had actually written about ME????? She will never know how much I needed to hear this today! Thank you Robin Descamp.”
Well, Perry, you made my day and I can’t thank you enough. Is this writing thing going to work out? I don’t know. I hope so. But knowing I had a positive impact on someone’s day because of what I wrote is the highest of compliments.
Potential advertisers out there? Being paid for writing would certainly rank up there too, so please feel free to reach out. Like, now.
Next up, a reader unhappy with my blog about teaching religion in public schools which you can read here: Religious Intolerance vis a vis Public Education
I find your attacks on religion troublesome. Do you have any idea how offensive you are? Since you think you are so funny, here is a joke for you:
An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to her and said, “Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”
The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist. “How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?” as he smiled smugly.
“Okay,” she said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”
The atheist, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.” To which the little girl replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss God, Heaven and Hell, or life after death, when you don’t know sh*t?”
And then she went back to reading her book.
I suggest you stick to what you know, which seems to be nothing. Some day you will be about to die, and you will want to find God. I hope he accepts you even though you have rejected him and mocked him. Why don’t you think about THAT for a while?
Thank you for your letter. I’m sorry you are not fond of my musings about religion, but nobody is forcing you to read my blog and believe in every word I say without question. In other words, you aren’t in church. You are correct that I think I am funny. I suggest you check out this blog for discussion of how hilarious I am: Post-Darwinian Hubris: I’m Back, and I’m annoyed.
Since you passed along a joke, and a rather good one at that, I’d like to share one with you. I hope you enjoy it!
A catholic priest and a rabbi were standing outside of a church when a 10 year old boy walks by. The priest turns to the rabbi and says “we should take that boy inside and fuck him!” and the rabbi says “out of what?”
I do not claim to know whether or not there is a god, I simply don’t believe there is, and that should be OK with you. I am fine with you having your beliefs, so long as you don’t insist they be taught in public school or use your religion to hurt others or deny them the same rights you yourself enjoy.
Who knows? Maybe deep down inside I do believe in god, because I have been known on occasion to shriek, “oh my god!” when startled by a spider or, um, at other times. But why do you care? I don’t think you would particularly enjoy my company, so why would you want the likes of me sharing space with you in the hereafter? You know I’d be a lousy neighbor, having wild parties and trying to get Jesus to do a keg stand.
Lighten up, Offended. My religion, “None,” has never started a war, killed a non-believer, flown airplanes into buildings or duped people out of money to move “Up the Bridge” a la Scientology. Most important, I don’t push it on anyone. I can write about it if I so choose because as I have said before, this is my blog and I am the Blog Decider. Start your own blog and be sure to send me a link.