Encore

Now my week can finally end on a good note--an encore performance of the god warrior. Plus, I think there was some "never before seen" footage. She's so damn slothful, too, even when she's yelling. Her face is animated, but she's slumped down or sprawled out all the time.

Still priceless. My comments still stand.

This time, though, I'm left with a sadness because I'm reminded that I grew up with those Southern bitch types my whole life, and it makes me physically ill (though not vomiting and having olfatory hallucinations) to watch the closed minded disdain and hatred on the women's faces as they just blatantly dismissed that poor woman as a human. They came in armed for battle immediately. You could tell. Makes me sick. Empty headed people. Much like this.

Southern fundamentalists should learn to shut the hell up, really, or pay attention to their WWJD bracelets. I am a Christian (and when I see this written, it reminds me of that song-- I am a C...), but I'm sickened by people who destroy the emotions of other people in the name of their faith. Worse yet, these people believe in sex for mere procreation most of the time (stay away from "the sex trap" for god's sake), and thus breed their sickness. People get the feeling that Christians are all nutjobs because the Fundies are so damn vocal.

Reminds me of class last night. A girl asks me to be her partner on a project. Then she found out where I lived and freaked out. "OMG THERE! I mean--er---I went to a gay bar once. It was fun." Then when I suggest that we meet for coffee to plan out the project, she suddenly becomes freaked out and says, "um...that's ok. we can just meet here right? Ok, bye." I guess she thought I was asking her out. Whatever.

Blucch. I need to go listen to my godwarrior CD.

Before I sign off, though, what the hell was with her freaking out about the dryer?