Unto the Least of These

A place for all of my random musings. Added accountability for my choice to be gentle. An online reminder that how I treat those around me - especially the children - is how I treat the King of Kings.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Not to Me

Not to Me

When you made me bend over
Face down on the bed
And hold the position
While you used the red paddle
Or the oak switch
Or the board

When repeatedly the sound
Of my flesh being struck filled the room
And my silence was cause for more blows
And my cries of pain were seen
As signs of submission
That cleansed my soul

When you made me hold you close
And say I was sorry for the wrong I had done
While inside I seethed at the injustice
My spirit revolted at the lack of mercy
My mind tried and failed to know
How this was for my own good

When each day that this continued
Was a day that you rejoiced
In your self-righteous pleasure
Of following God
You did not do this to me.

(You did it to Jesus.)

And the King will tell them, `I assure you, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!'
Matthew 25:40

Never Violence....

A quote attributed to Astrid Lindgren (author of Pippi Longstocking)


Never Violence

a story told by Astrid Lindgren
[Author of Pippi Longstocking]

"Above all, I believe that there should never be any violence." In 1978, Astrid Lindgren received the German Book Trade Peace Prize for her literary contributions. In acceptance, she told the following story.

"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor's wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn't believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking - the first of his life. And she told him that he would have to go outside and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, "Mama, I couldn't find a switch, but here's a rock that you can throw at me."

All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child's point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy onto her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because violence begins in the nursery - one can raise children into violence."

I think that too often we fail to feel situations "from the child's point of view," and that failure leads us to teach our children other than what we think we're teaching them."

From this site.

So....are you my friend?

As I was playing with my kiddo today ( eating bunny cookies, playing the Doodle game from Blues Clues, measuring how wide his hands are and how tall his toy monkey is and seeing how many jumps he could do in a row - you know, all the usual mommy/son stuff!) I was thinking.

Right now, I'm his playdate friend. There's really no one around that he plays with on a regular basis, and my best friend and her family live an hour away. With gas close to $3 a gallon, it's a trip we don't make that often. And my son is an only.

He's stuck with me. And we have serious, serious cabin fever here after being shut in so much of the winter. The couple hours he had outdoors the other day haven't been enough to get out the months of being cooped indoors!

Anyway...I was enjoying playing with him. And he's not hesitant to run up to me and say "I need Mommy to hold you!" or "Come pway a game with me, Mama!" And most of the time, I can. And I do.

I'm grateful that I don't see him as a Twinkie twerp, or a strong-willed, manipulative monster. Or a Nazi. Or a dictator. Or a brat. Or any one of the nasty, degrading terms that I can find in the first chapter of almost any so-called Christian parenting book in my reference library.

There's almost nothing in there about being your child's friend. Lots of junk about always winning, about defiant children asking for a spanking as they stare you down, about the hundred and one ways that a parent needs to exert control.

I have a novel idea -

What about LIKING your child(ren)?!?! What about exercising your parental, God-given authority in a way that isn't dictatorial or abusive? What about letting your child bask in your love as you discipline (teach, guide, disciple) them through life? What about being your child's friend?

I do remember, as a teen, making a comment like that to my mother. Something to the effect of "Now that I'm growing up, it will be nice to be your friend, not just your daughter."
She was shocked - the whole icky 'christian' parenting stuff so firmly entrenched in her mind - that she responded "I can't ever be your friend! I'm your mother!"

This is what the so-called 'experts' are teaching generations of families. If there is an authority structure, there is no friendship. People that attempt to be friends with their children are permissive, spineless wimps with out of control kids. And yes, those terms are actually used!

This is what I have to say to that.

I don't care who you are. I don't care what degrees you hold. I don't care what (overstated, exaggerated, and sometimes false) credentials you have. I don't care how many girdles you were hit with as a kid, or if you are big enough to whip a dog for an hour. I don't care how folksy you talk, or how cute you find it to see a toddler hitting her doll. I don't care about your radio shows or your books or your speaking ministry.

Nothing you can do or say will stop me from loving my child. I'm innoculated against every drop of poison you spew out. I am my child's authority and his friend.

We aren't enemy combatants on a battlefield 18 years wide. We are a family, and we are in this, together, for life.

Monday, March 27, 2006

My husband made an interesting observation....

yesterday afternoon. One of those jaw-dropping, light-bulb flashing, "aHA!" moments that happen every now and again.

We were talking about some of the spiritual abuse that he and I have experienced in the past, and how very harsh some 'ministers of the gospel' have become. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you should stop for a second and offer a quick prayer of thanksgiving. If you do know what I'm talking about, then I don't need to go into great detail. I can just do a quick summary...

Well-intentioned man enters ministry. People respond to his message. Man gets a following (large, small, in between, doesn't seem to matter.) Man becomes sure that he has *the* true message. Man gets increasing revelation from somewhere that he thinks is God. Begins imposing ever increasing bizarre rules governing the behavior of his following. Words like "flock" and "warriors" and "worldy" become buzzwords. Extreme emphasis is placed upon self-denial, solemnity, and solidarity.

Some people realize that this is *not* what Christianity is. They step out of the group-think and speak up.

Then comes the ostracism, the shunning, the whispered gossip, the verbal assaults from the pulpit. The rules are increased for the remaining 'faithful', because, after all - the problem just can't be with the system. If the rules had been tighter, they would have provided a hedge so tall and thick that no one would have wanted to climb it. Those still in the group are discouraged from interaction with the ones who have left. I mean, even if they look happy and act happy and seem free for the first time, inside they are miserable for leaving the flock. They have *gasp* BACKSLIDDEN!

My husband - who has not been reading the very lively discussions on GCM about this very topic - had this to say:

These pastors have not grasped God's Grace. They preach it, they say they walk in it, but they don't. What they are under is self-imposed legalism and punishment. They were conditioned as children to believe that the ONLY thing that removes sin is pain. So, they have to inflict pain on themselves for their perceived failures. And they have to dominate the congregation with emotional pain for their perceived failures. These men do not believe that Calvary washed away their sin for once and for all. They believe what their parents conditioned them to believe - that you have to be made to feel bad for acting bad. And the more miserable you feel, the easier it becomes to act bad - making necessary even more pain.

Is that not an astute observation? The cycle of pain and punishment, played out on a large scale with one parent and many children. And it goes without saying that these men are the same ones who are pushing pain and punishment for children. These are the ones urging vigorous application of the rod, because that's the only thing that will turn the children into the automatons they need to be, to function in the extreme dysfunction of the group.

You notice I say "men" in these scenarios. It's always been men in my experience. After all, women and children should have no voice that has not been censored by a man. They might have something to say that threatens the current hierarchy. Their voice may be one of reasoning and...dare I say it...Grace!

How blessed I am to have my husband - he is strong enough to not be scared of my intellect, my thoughts, my voice. He understands that I stand beside him at the throne of Grace. That "boldly" is how we both approach God.

I am his helpmate, not his doormat. And together, we are finding our way beyond our past. Together, we are becoming strong. Together, we are finding the courage to break the hold of what we've experienced. Together, we have determined that our son will never be bound by those chains of punishment and pain. Together, we have purposed to walk in Grace!

Friday, March 24, 2006

The intuition of children...

My husband and I were having a conversation this morning over breakfast for him and coffee for me. (I'm doing pretty darn good to COOK at 7 am. Don't expect me to eat at that hour! bleccch!)

Of course, there's no better topic to start one's day out with than an intense conversation about child molestation, children's intuition, and reading your children's signals.

Yes, I do have a story to tell about that. But it isn't my story to tell here - I refuse to re-exploit someone who's been exploited in every possible way. Suffice it to say, there was a reason we were discussing it. And we both have some very strong feelings on this subject.

So, it led to an exploration of children's feelings, and why and how we as adults tend to discount them.

Of course, this conversation with my husband brought some memories to the surface. He's a great sounding board for things like that. Sharing them takes the shame away from them - hearing a rational adult tell me that it's ok, that my childhood isn't my fault - that's very healing.

Anyway, we were talking about a particular incident in my childhood. There was a relative-by-marriage that I despised. I was all of four years old, and I knew deep within my four year old heart that he was a very scary, very sick man. I was terrified of him. I remember an occasion when he reached out, grabbed me, and kissed me. I reacted as vehemently as a kid can...*YUCK*! (big glare) GET AWAY! (as I swiped at my cheek.)

Yes, I was forced to kiss him, apologize for my rudeness, and then was 'disciplined'.

Fast forward a few years. Turns out this creep was a wife-beating, cheating, no good son of a gun. The whole family flew up in arms against him. Trashing him was the order of the day. I listened to many conversations on just what had been done to his wife. Heard more than I was ready to about domestic violence, and what all it entails. Listened to the threats of retaliatory violence, the death wishes, the swearing and raging. Heard a lot about the dynamics of spousal abuse, and what prompts a battered wife to stay and even protect her abuser.
Learned a lot about abuse, and what prompts someone to finally have enough. To leave and never look back.

The other lesson I learned? That this was such a horrible, no good thing - not because she was a person who had been battered, but because she was an adult person who had been battered.

There was no one taking up the cause of the children who were experiencing the same things. No one to see the similarity between "I'm doing this to you because you deserve it! If you had acted better, I wouldn't have to hit you. You need to learn your lesson! If you do right, I'll never have to do this again. I love you so much! I hate having to hurt you this way. Here, give me a kiss..." when applied to an adult or when applied to a child.

I'm going to make a daring comment here - but like I've posted before - it's my experience.

We recoil in horror at the thought of a woman being raped at the hands of a violent spouse, when he wants his dark needs met after a good round of wife bashing.

But that scene is played out from both sides, each time a child is hit. One gets to be the dominant one, inflict the pain, express remorse, and force a 'loving talk, hug and kiss.Don't end the session until your child has voluntarily hugged you.' And one - the smaller, more helpless one, gets to be the one with the pain inflicted upon them. They get to be the one with their body violated, and then their emotions twisted and raped afterward. Nothing is more demeaning and soul crushing than to be forced to open your most vulnerable parts to someone who has just hit you.

See, children know this instictively. Intituitively. We are born with an awareness that each of us is inescapably a child of God, and, as such, were created to be treated with dignity and respect. Then that message is beaten out of us, by parents who truly feel that the best way to show nurturing is through vigorous application of the rod.

Some internalize that overbearing secondary message - the one that says they deserve what they get. Those are the ones I know who perpetuate the circle of violence toward their own children. Those are the ones who struggle with boundaries in their own lives - who engage in self destructive behavior and can't figure out why.

Then there are others - the more strong willed perhaps? The worm who has turned? The battered wife who finally escapes? others who stand up and say "no more".

No more violence. No more cycle of abuse. No more "god-mandated" attempt to crush the very will and spirit (and sometimes, even the spark of life) in our children. No more listening to the voices of those who want to silence the children.

Instead, let's get back in touch with the Divine.

Let us learn from our children.

Let's remember in Whose image we are created, and upon Whom we visit every action we do, whether evil or good.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

According to Wikipedia...

(discovered as I did a search through such topics as 'second-class citizen', 'human rights', 'civil rights', etc, which led to me stumbling upon the entry for torture), these are the characteristics of someone who will torture another person.

Motivation to torture

It was long thought that "good" people would not torture and only "bad" ones would, under normal circumstances. Research over the past 50 years suggests a disquieting alternative view, that under the right circumstances and with the appropriate encouragement and setting, most people can be encouraged to actively torture others. Stages of torture mentality include:

  • Reluctant or peripheral participation(no one WANTS to hit their kid)
  • Official encouragement: As the Stanford prison experiment and Milgram experiment show, many people will follow the direction of an authority figure (such as a superior officer) in an official setting (especially if presented as a compulsory obligation), even if they have personal uncertainty. The main motivations for this appear to be fear of loss of status or respect, and the desire to be seen as a "good citizen" or "good subordinate".(God says you must beat them with the rod to save their soul from Hell. You are a reprobate, humanistic, godless person if you do not hit your child.)
  • Peer encouragement: to accept torture as necessary, acceptable or deserved, or to comply from a wish to not reject peer group beliefs. At worst this leads to torture gangs roaming the streets seeking dominant torture status.(So and so is teaching a nifty class on how to do things 'God's Way.' My pastor says we must 'Train up a Child'.Good Christians obey their pastor.)
  • Dehumanization: seeing victims as objects of curiosity and experimentation, where pain becomes just another test to see how it affects the victim.(I wonder how many times I will have to spank my 6 month old before he stops wriggling when I change his diaper? That manipulative little brat deserves what he gets for defying my God-given authority!)
  • Disinhibition: socio-cultural and situational pressures may cause torturers to undergo a lessening of moral inhibitions and as a result act in ways not normally countenanced by law, custom and conscience. (Good Christians take their children, assault their bodies, inflict pain and sometimes bruises, then hit the child again if they don't smile and acknowledge it as necessary to their spiritual well-being.)
  • Organisationally, like many other procedures, once torture becomes established as part of internally acceptable norms under certain circumstances, its use often becomes institutionalised and self-perpetuating over time, as what was once used exceptionally for perceived necessity finds more reasons claimed to justify wider use.(My 4 month old gummed my nipple when she nursed! My 7 month old crawled off the blanket! My 2 year old asked TWICE for a treat after I said no! My 4 year old wanted to stay at the park two minutes longer than I said! My 12 year old back-talked me! My 14 year old expressed an opinion that I disagreed with!)
Am I the only one who draws a parrallel here? Or do others see, too, how group think mentality leads to the abominable treatment of our children? Otherwise loving parents, church leaders, teachers - all under the influence of parenting gurus and mis-interpreted Scripture. There needs to be some severe accountablity for those who peddle child torture in the name of the Lord. How God must weep at each cry from one of the little ones....How many tears He has kept in a bottle - tears that never should have been cried....

More about church sanctioned abuse...

Not that I want this blog to be all about terribly depressing things. But this whole thing with Sean's death is weighing heavily on my spirit. Writing is cathartic. Hence, this entry.

Church sanctioned abuse. In my mind, this is what it comes down to. I've no desire to inundated with comments from people desiring to convince me of the errors in that statement. I've been raised in it deeper than most of you could comprehend. This is my life, my perspective, my experience. I must name it as I see it.

See, I grew up in a tradition where it was drilled into me. "If you embarrass me in public, I will embarrass you in public." At church, this meant a walk down the center aisle (sometimes a firm hand on my arm, sometimes a firm grip on my ear, sometimes pressure on my shoulder.Why, I don't know, as I knew running away was useless.) Out the door, into the Southern night, where I had to choose a switch from the oak tree. Not a small one, because if I chose too small, I got extra licks for trying to avoid punishment. Too big was just stupid. The 'right' size, of course, was the one that would administer maximum sting with minimal parental effort.

Then, I had to bend over the tree stump that was crawling with ants and beetles. Oh - did I mention that this was all done on a street corner of a busy intersection in the city? So, however many hits my parents determined necessary, after which I was expected to be in tears and demonstrate sincere repentance. The proper way of demonstrating repentance was, of course, to hug and kiss the person who had just publically humiliated me and violated every personal body boundary I had.

After that, it was back down the long aisle into church (of course we sat on the front row! It's holier and less distracting.) Whichever parent had 'disciplined' me received a smile of affirmation from the other parent, and from the congregation at large. They were able to rest happy in the knowledge that everyone knew just how much control they exercised over me. And Heaven forbid I actually looked sad or continued to cry after that! I was actually spanked again for my 'bad attitude' if I didn't look properly content.

That's just what went on where other people could see. At home...well....I try not to think too much about that.

And it was all done in the name of God, with the church's full approval. Not once did anyone step forward and say 'You know, there may be a better way.' Not once did anyone try to stop it, or defend me or my siblings. Why would they? My parents were actually some of the least harsh! I have friends who quite literally 'ate off the mantle for a week.' At least my bruises never lasted more than two days - the visible ones, anyway.

To this day, I cringe when someone snaps their fingers. As a kid, one snap meant 'look at me.' Two snaps meant 'cease immediately.' Three or more snaps? That was reserved for the rare occasion when my parents didn't dare hit us on the spot. It meant not only a 'regular' spanking when we got home, but, I'm sure, a few extra hits out of frustration with their inability to do so in public. (Along with commentary about the 'godlessness' of a world where parents had to be scared to hit their children where others might report them. At church, they weren't afraid because they could step in the door, and know that identification would be impossible.)

We were hit for not being happy enough. Hit for being TOO happy, and therefore 'rambunctious'. For doing wrong. For doing RIGHT, with the 'wrong attitude'.

The answer to every parental frustration, exasperation, inadequacy, bad day, or just-sick-of-parenting-so-many-kids-moment was a spanking.

And they rested in the fact that they were just fulfilling their godly duty toward me.

Lest you think that this was just extremism, or one weird, fringe church - I've attended churches in 3 countries, 2000 miles or more apart. The church I'm attending now is the first one to NOT embrace this policy from the pulpit. Unfortunately, there are some parents in my current church who still frog-march their poor children out to hit them. But that's becoming more rare, and I'm becoming more vocal. *Someone* has to speak up for the helpless ones!

My parents have an idealized view of my childhood. They remember happy, peaceful days. Obedient children. Admiration of their peers for their well behaved family. Their house was in order. They were obeying God.

Should they ever stumble upon this blog, they would be horrified to read what I've written.

Because when you're the one swinging the stick, you have to disconnect yourself. Stuff your emotions. Convince yourself that you are really, truly, doing this to a helpless kid 'for their own good'. You have to live so deeply in denial that you insist that everyone around you repeat your tactics with their own children. If someone else does it, then it wasn't so bad for you to do it, right?

One of my saddest memories from childhood is the day I was so scared, in so much pain, and so desperate that I screamed out "Jesus, please help me!" in the midst of a spanking.

My mother replied, as she grunted with the effort she was putting into the swing, "Don't even think about asking Him for help! He's the one who said you need this!"

And I can't help but wonder...did Sean cry out too? Did he, in the middle of his pain, scream out for God? God answered his prayer. He took Sean home, where he will never again feel the pain of someone who should protect him instead hurting him to the point of death.

How many other Seans are out there? How many pastors, how many self-annointed 'ministers to parents', how many mothers and fathers have blood on their hands before God? How many deaths will it take before our eyes are opened? How many more children must live with scars before we finally rise up and say "No more!" ?

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Boycott in Progress....

My friend Joanne has some great posts on the ongoing boycott of the sites, blogging servers, and homeschool conferences and events that support the Pearls and NGJ Ministries.

I'm not officially a homeschooler yet, in the sense that my son is too young for me to have to register him as being homeschooled. I do believe that schooling (or unschooling, if you will) starts from birth. I'm a product of the homeschool movement - I never went to a public or private school. So I'm a homeschooled mama who is now and will continue to be a homeschooling mama!

In that spirit, I am entirely supportive of the boycott. Ideally, I'd love to see homeschool conferences spring up that have no tolerance for violent, abusive materials such as the Pearls teach. Conferences where torture implements and discussions on the best way to hide bruises from Child Protective Services are nowhere to be found. I understand that we're not at that point yet, and homeschool families that need to attend conferences may have no choice but to attend those that support the Pearls.

So, I've come up with a partial solution to that particular aspect. I've designed a couple of logos for advocacy wear. Profits from this store are being distributed to several homeschool/positive discipline ministries.

The logos may also be freely used in any electronic media to promote the boycott. Please remember to rightclick to save these to your own computer, then upload as desired.Also, I ask that you link back to one of the following:
Gentle Christian Mothers
Positive Discipline Resource Center
Arms of Love Family Fellowship
This blog
the TTUAC Advocacy Wear store.

Join the boycott. Speak out. I don't care if you spank or don't spank. If you use time outs or not. That's irrelevant to the issue at hand - the promotion of violence%

Monday, March 20, 2006

What a sad, sad story.....

The story of a 4 year old boy, who suffocated after being wrapped in a blanket as punishment. As the article states, the mother was doing her best to follow 'Biblical Discipline' as set forth by some self proclaimed parenting experts. (Michael and Debi Pearl, of No Greater Joy ministries.)

I certainly don't think the Pearls condone murder! I imagine they are as broken hearted over Sean's death as any of us are. Any normal human being would be moved to tears over the senseless death of a 4 year old at his adoptive mother's hands.

Are the Pearls to blame for his death? Directly, no. Of course not. They aren't the ones who wrapped him in a blanket so tightly that he smothered to death. I'm sure, had they been able to see the outcome, they would have been on her doorstep begging her to stop.

Are they indirectly to blame for his death? That's something that a judge and jury will be deciding, as Sean's murderer's lawyer has stated. It's in their plans for a defense.

I hope it can be proved. Not to bring trouble to the Pearls, but to serve as a wakeup call to all my Christian friends who have fallen hook, line, and sinker for the bad theology, antagonistic view of children, misogynistic view of women, and dictatorial tactics that Mr. Pearl proclaims.

His book, To Train up a Child, has done more harm to Christian, homeschool, fundamentalist families then any other book I can think of. Those I know personally who use it all say the same thing: "He talks about relationship! He thinks fathers should be involved closely with children! He wants families to worship together! He supports breastfeeding! homeschooling! natural living! large families!" It's like a mantra that, once chanted enough, dulls the senses to exactly how he thinks these things should be achieved.

And how is that? Well, I've read his books. I read his newsletters (although I'm sick all day after reading one.) He has such charming suggestions as hitting a FOUR MONTH OLD repeatedly with a 1/8" diameter stick. Pushing a toddler into water to create a fear of drowning. Enticing a toddler with open flame so they will learn the meaning of hot. He instructs parents to 'rejoice' when their child is bullied. And let's not forget toilet training - after all, any 2.5 yo that isn't potty trained must be 'enjoying' the 'loving attention' of his mama. So, you take that mama's boy outdoors, preferably in the fall or winter, and hose him down with cold water each time he has an accident. Oh yes - he admonishes parents to allow their older children to hit the younger kids, as well. And little ones are supposed to practice training their dollies, too.

And that's not even touching his response to child molestors (if they say sorry, let them stay in the house with the molested kids. After all, God hates divorce!) Or his viewpoint on churches (hotbeds of brattiness and criminal intent) or youth groups (full of horny teens just waiting to get into your daughter's bed. Hmmm...maybe if we teach our daughters that they own their bodies, and they don't have to submit to anyone and everyone who has external genitalia....perhaps we wouldn't need to fear those teenage boys!)

There's so much more that could be said about NGJ and the Pearls. And it is being said. I'm not the only one who is angered, saddened, and sickened by the garbage they are cloaking in the (KJV only) Bible and shoving down the throat of all these families. Families who want nothing more than to be Godly, and rear Godly children. Families who are tired of Hollywood dictating their lives, tired of permissiveness, tired of our decadent culture. Families who need to know that there is a better way indeed. There is a Godly way to rear children. A way that doesn't involve permissiveness. A way that doesn't involve repeated striking of babies, and other terror tactics that would get any soldier dishonorably discharged.

It's called Grace-Based Discipline or Effective Practical Parenting or Positive Discipline. There are many names for it. And if Sean's mom had reached out for help to one of these resources, Sean would still be alive today.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

So I just read....

Protecting the Gift
by Gavin de Becker. What an eye opening book!It made me profoundly sad, because it's information that could have changed my life and the life of my family. Yet, at the same time, it gave me hope. It validated my feelings, and gave a little nudge to my intuition that I had been ignoring. I know that ultimately, what happens to us is governed by God. But just as we are told to be good stewards of our money, we should be careful guardians of our children. This book contributed to the knowledge I need to help keep my son safe in a very scary world. I'd recommend it to anyone who has children, babysits children, or cares about children.

I also read Hating Women:America's Hostile Campaign Against the Fairer Sex
by Shmuley Boteach.
I'm not crazy about all the Kaballah references in it. Not quite sure I embrace the whole masculine/feminine energies of God idea. But I wholeheartedly agree with the premise of the book - feminism has let us down. We've given up our right to be treated as women worthy of respect in exchange for the 'freedom' to be PlayMate of the Month. I've often complained about the common perception that to be a liberated woman, one must be vulgar, dress provocatively, and be...mmm...less than monogamous. This book was worthwhile in that while it mostly repudiates patriarchy (surprising from an Orthodox Jew!) it also calls for a return to defined gender roles. I enjoyed the book overall - and I'm unable to watch a movie now without seeing things from that viewpoint.

Welcome to my spot on the Web!

I'm totally incapable of setting up this blog and not putting up at least one post, just to prove I'm here. I'll work more on this later.

I do want to transfer over some of my musings from the message board I live on but that will have to wait for when I have more time.

Right now, I need to play with my ds, who is currently bouncing off the walls. His strep throat meds kicked in well before mine. Ugh. I'm glad HE'S feeling better, anyway ;)