Taken from a friend's blog, I too am asking you to say something nice. Both of you.
Here are the rules:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.
If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. You must do it!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Girls just want to have fun
I was listening to a song this morning- Girls just want to have fun by Cyndi Lauper- and I just listened to it and thought of how true it is. Then the next song was something else that made me think about wanting to hang out more with fun people. I love having fun and doing crazy things, but I never seem to be hanging out with the right people. Don't get me wrong, Samantha, I like sitting around apartment 26 doing nothing just as much as the next person. But sometimes I need some variety in life. So, like I was saying, I was planning on posting about that desire to do more fun things and give the title of girls just want to have fun- which I did. However, as I was studying for my american heritage test today, I realized what I would really rant about. Just as a disclaimer, I am not really as feminist as I might sound. But when I read what this John Winthrop wrote about religion, comparing it to a female's relationship... well, I'll just record what he said, and you'll see what was bothering me so much.
"This liberty is maintained and exercised in a way of subjection to authority; it is of the same kind of liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free. The women's own choice makes such a man her husband; yet, being so chosen, he is her lord, and she is to be subject to him, yet in a way of liberty, not of bondage; and a true wife accounts her subjection her honor and freedom and would not think her condition safe and free but in her subjection to her husband's authority. Such is the liberty of the church under the authority of Christ, her king and husband; his yoke is so easy and sweet to her as a bride's ornaments; and if through forwardness or wantonness, etc., she shake it off, at any time, she is at no rest in her spirit, until she take it up again; and whether her lord smiles upon her and embraceth her in his arms or whether he frowns, or rebukes, or smites her, she apprehends the sweetness of his love in all, and is refreshed, supported, and instructed by every such dispensation of his authority over her. On the other side ye know who they are that complain of this yoke and say, Let us break their bands, etc.; we will not have this man to rule over us."
Yes, I do know who would say that- I would. I guess the beginning isn't too bad, other than the idea that a woman is like a slave to her her husband, that was kind of irritating. just a little. The thing that bothered me most was the idea that even though the husband would beat her she would apprehend the sweetness of it. Oh, the sweetness of a good beating! That's what I want. But, I guess it's a chance for me to appreciate the opportunity to live in this world today, and not in 1645. But even for those who did live back then- girls just want to have fun.
"This liberty is maintained and exercised in a way of subjection to authority; it is of the same kind of liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free. The women's own choice makes such a man her husband; yet, being so chosen, he is her lord, and she is to be subject to him, yet in a way of liberty, not of bondage; and a true wife accounts her subjection her honor and freedom and would not think her condition safe and free but in her subjection to her husband's authority. Such is the liberty of the church under the authority of Christ, her king and husband; his yoke is so easy and sweet to her as a bride's ornaments; and if through forwardness or wantonness, etc., she shake it off, at any time, she is at no rest in her spirit, until she take it up again; and whether her lord smiles upon her and embraceth her in his arms or whether he frowns, or rebukes, or smites her, she apprehends the sweetness of his love in all, and is refreshed, supported, and instructed by every such dispensation of his authority over her. On the other side ye know who they are that complain of this yoke and say, Let us break their bands, etc.; we will not have this man to rule over us."
Yes, I do know who would say that- I would. I guess the beginning isn't too bad, other than the idea that a woman is like a slave to her her husband, that was kind of irritating. just a little. The thing that bothered me most was the idea that even though the husband would beat her she would apprehend the sweetness of it. Oh, the sweetness of a good beating! That's what I want. But, I guess it's a chance for me to appreciate the opportunity to live in this world today, and not in 1645. But even for those who did live back then- girls just want to have fun.
Monday, July 7, 2008
This mo'nin' a-this mo'nin' a this mo-we-mo-we-mo-
I have decided that I hate glasses. I have felt this way for some time now, and have just made an appointment to remedy that problem. Unfortunately, contacts will not be the final solution. Although contacts are preferable over glasses, they too have their problems- redness, irritation, dry eyes, and sometimes flat-out pain. Eventually I hope to have surgery done and finally rid my life of the inconvenience of partial blindness. I will add, however, that although I personally loath spectacles on myself, I am partial to them on those of the opposite gender. I will always fall for a nerdy hunk- like the ever-famous superman/Clark Kent. Man, I would have taken Clark Kent over superman any day. There is just something 
about glasses that makes my heart palpitate.
about glasses that makes my heart palpitate.
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