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As far as I know, she is not running on an anti-sex/anti-masturbation platform (she has even said that she doesn't think the government or her personal beliefs should have a role in regulating private sexual behavior). I haven't even heard anything about how she's anti-gay (I mean, I'm assuming she is, but I pay attention to political campaigns and I haven't heard of her campaigning on anti-gay issues).
So, why do we get to pry into her private sexual life again?
I don't even know what a pudding cup is, let alone a pudding cup beard.
I think the point is that she's perpetuating this sex-negative aspect of the political right in a "do as I say, not as I do" kind of way. Her moral standards are impossible to uphold, even for her, and the constant barrage of anti-sex blather likely does more harm than good when it comes to our sexual freedoms and sexual health, as a nation.
...is the point...I think.
I know she isn't saying them now (in fact she hasn't really said anything of substance lately) but that's because someone told her it makes her look like a dingbat.
Let her fully recant and show she is sex positive and perhaps we'll give her a pass one her personal life.
Unless she can't spel gud.
(Because this is the guy she fucking)
i.e. an unkempt, large goatee.
While Yakity Democrats have given lip service to DADT, bold Log Cabin Republicans have legislated the dreaded inequality out of existence.
They say. We DO.
Go Republicans. Go Log Cabin.
I am not sure what this has to do with a beard.
For one day, seven years ago.
Enquiring minds want to know how the neighbors know this.
Oh, wait, that's pudding.
At least I hope not. I will always give the church credit for great music and architecture, and it would greatly disappoint me if they were becoming Protestanty in those areas.
Christine, there's probably a million men in America who'd like to hate fuck your crazy ass, and it's likely every one of them can do it much much better than Puddin' Cup.
I'm guessing it's one of those "O" shaped goatee/mustache combos? But, you know, on an overweight Christian rocker.
@28 - I agree with your suspicions. Christian Rock is the domain of Born Again, which is about as similar to Catholicism as Baha'i.
Plus, John Birchers thought that sweet sweet Sister Bernadette in her beige cardigan and pleated skirt playing folky things on a guitar during mass was the devil incarnate playing "hootenanny music."
As for the John Birch society, I have to cop to being apparently something of an anomaly: dad was a Jesuit trained lawyer, and both my parents were FDR Democrats. Our parish was working class and traditional, headed up by an ex Navy chaplain who never had an inappropriate moment with this ex altar boy, and who put up Vietnamese refugees and Native Americans in town for the Wounded Knee trial at a time when both groups were regarded with suspicion and prejudice by the town at large. Our Bishop was a notorious pacifist who was stridently anti-war and anti-nuclear proliferation. I never knew there was such a thing as a Republican Catholic until I was in high school.
The Catholic church of my youth is long gone, and I long since gave up on it's "moral authority" , but there are many positive things about my upbringing that I take with me.
The liturgical music itself is indeed often wonderful; it's the rendering thereof by most Catholic congregations that is weirdly tepid and off-key. They can't hold a votive candle to a random Protestant assemblage belting out one of their standards. This wasn't helped by the fact that every single Catholic church I ever attended (except for cathedrals) made do for some reason with chintzy little Lowrey electronic organs that weren't even hooked into the main P.A. system, while the smallest Protestant churches had pipe organs they seemed to be constantly upgrading with state trumpets and whatnot.
Ah well. You, me, Dan, and so many others are indeed the products of our upbringing, and we do well to at least acknowledge the influence. Sometimes it feels like internalized homophobia; other times it seems somehow to be the wellspring of my sense of fairness, justice, and righteous anger.
But your comment brings back a memory: One Good Friday (or Holy Thursday, or some dreary observance) it was decided that the congregation at the overwhelmingly old people's service should sing that Protestant dirge "were you there?" .
Those assembled struggled through it sullenly (all twenty-five verses or so) and turned in a really dreadful performance. When it was done, the priest rose, walked to the lectern and said "by the way you handled that song, I think I can say with assurance that Our Lord was happy you weren't there"
It wasn't good form to laugh during Holy Week, but that line bought the house down.
"I'm totally horny for my God-rocker boyfriend, but Jesus would cry if I had regular sex. I guess we'll just have to open the pudding cup."
"Stacie told me at the last revival that she's never had sex, but I know her boyfriend spends most nights over at her place. I bet she's a pudding cup virgin."
maybe she is chaste...is she the one investigating everyone elses bedroom? only thing shes enjoying thinking of? obviously shes got enough class to keep her mouth shut. or say no. its kinda her perogative which means if you dont know....uh y you trying to find out?
y is it your guys main focus like the olsen twins turning 18?