Another Friday, another 7 Quick Takes. I didn’t do it last week because I didn’t have that much to say but I guess I just have to fight through those feelings, right?
The Academy Awards are upon us shortly so we’ve been trying to see as many of the nominated movies as possible. We’ve also just been seeing some fluff movies that we didn’t get around to. Last night was fluff; we saw Pitch Perfect and we loved it. I mean, knowing my love for Anna Kendrick and a capella singing, I was expecting to at least mildly enjoy it but it had so many hilarious one-liners, unique characters and the plot, for all its predictability, flowed incredibly smoothly. Worth a watch. Two weeks ago we saw Lincoln. Sigh. After it was done I wrote an email to C about it. I think I’d better just quote that:
Nearly three hours after starting, the movie is over and…
Lincoln is dead. Slavery is abolished. Sally Field proves that she can still play the same character she is cast in every.single.time. Tommy Lee Jones is a badass. The end.
I can think of few more troubling elements of our society than that of rape culture. The Steubenville fiasco is a great example of this. I keep reading these articles where the subtext is, “Gosh, these boys had poor judgment and now they’re ashamed and they’re getting threatened and life is so hard for them right now.” Um, no. If you expect me to feel sorry for these guys, I’m sorry but that ain’t happening. I think there are expectations that, after a certain age, one knows the difference between right and wrong. The 1993 murder of three-year-old James Bulger is a great example of that. He was killed by two ten-year-old’s. They were given an adult trial because the forensic psychologists assigned to the case determined the boys knew the difference between right and wrong. If, at ten years old, you know that murdering someone is wrong then, at eighteen, I would expect you’d know that raping someone is too. I will write a longer post about this at some point but I am so tired of a society that’s entire approach to rape is telling women how not to get raped instead of telling men not to rape. There’s a great article you can read on Feministing about what’s wrong with the whole concept of telling guys to imagine if it was some female relative and appealing to their sense of familial empathy as a method of rape prevention. They go into a lot of detail about the implications and it’s well worth a read.
Now that my apartment in Portland has been confirmed, I’ve been doing a lot of decorating in my head. I pretty much have the majority of the relevant pieces but I could use some advice on wall art. If anyone has any Etsy recommendations for pretty wall prints, I’d be most appreciative.
It’s Friday and you know what that means! Abstinence!
Um, I mean…the Catholic, Friday kind of abstinence. I mean our fast or Friday penance. Eat fish on Fridays. All that jazz.
My university chaplain was this awesome priest named Father Brian and he always offered terrific insights. He was saying how the issue with Friday having been reduced to “eat fish on Fridays” was that many Catholics missed the point that this was about going without. So, you’d have wealthier Catholics going out to eat and ordering the Devon sole just to be technically correct. Now, for me, I love fish and I eat it several times a week. I’d probably prefer to eat fish than meat any given day so I’m wondering if it’s even in the spirit of abstinence for me to eat fish on Fridays or if I should just have pasta or something.
I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about my faith and being a blogger and how, as I mentioned last week, I’m not so much a Catholic blogger as I am a blogger who happens to be Catholic. This ties in really nicely to what Jen posted on Wednesday about how the key to great blogging is being wholly and unapologetically yourself. I really endeavor to do that here. One of my greatest strengths is intellection and that’s why this faith is so perfect for me. Contrary to what a lot of people believe about Catholicism, it isn’t just blindly following a prescribed set of rules. That would be Phariseean. Sure, there are Catholics who have been accused (perhaps rightly) of being modern day Pharisees but they’re the exception to the rule in my view and most try to prayerfully discern what is good based on their judgment, the Bible and the Catechism. Maybe that’s why I had such a huge issue with the Catholic Voters’ Guide; it was presenting an agenda instead of trusting Catholics to be able to figure things out for themselves. What I’m trying to say is that perhaps my every viewpoint doesn’t match up with the tight-knit circle of Catholic bloggers and perhaps I will always sort of be a spectator among that group. In all likelihood, my blogger tribe isn’t made up of that many Catholics but instead people who appreciate the odd mix of subjects I discuss. And I’m cool with that.
One of the downsides of moving is that I need to go “church shopping” when I get there. I’ve been trying to research ahead of time but you guys know parishes aren’t great at reflecting their church through the website. I’ve thought of a way to make the hunt for the right church more fun but honestly? I just wish I could know ahead of time.
So, you all know I love my friends but one of the things I may not have mentioned is how freaking talented my friends are. Kristen recorded an amazing cover of Destiny’s Child’s Nuclear and I’ve been listening to it on near-repeat since yesterday. That basically means I like it better than the original since I have that one too. So, now I just have to keep working on convincing her to forget the whole lawyer thing and just sing. That’s practical, right?