Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Via Dr. Helen (who picked it up through Glenn Sacks), we learn of a lady who has been smacked upside the head by reality. And you have to feel a little bit sorry for her, between your tirades of “you stupid bitch.” And “Duh”…
When I made the decision to divorce my children’s father and move to Portland when our twins were age 2, I thought I was the only parent my sons, Alex and Zavier, would ever need. I was mistaken.
No matter how much love I poured into my children’s hearts, my sons were starving with “father hunger” for the man named Lee, who named them and held them when they were just a few seconds old.
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I share this journey with readers because I know men aren’t always the only ones to blame when Daddy isn’t a part of his children’s lives. Women have a larger role in that than we’d like to admit — before and after conception.
I’m reading through this and wondering “who’s having a tough time admitting this, exactly?” After all, throughout my life, all you have to do is string together those chemically charged words: “Women” and “Choice.” The subject being discussed need not be abortion. It can be hospital vs. home birth, it can be holistic medicines vs. clinical, it can be formula vs. breast feeding, it can be the new family car, what color to paint the kitchen, etc. etc. etc. All present must genuflect before the goddess’ choice.
I’ve lived in a time in which women were encouraged to “stand up for themselves” — and what it really has meant, from what I can see, is “everyone should just find out what she wants to do and find a way to get it done.” The confusion is between compromise and dictatorship.
Could it be, that those who have insisted on such a sorry state of affairs, are one and the same as those who express bewilderment and surprise that “men aren’t always the only ones to blame when” something turns to crap? Could such a diseased mind exist…and get out of bed and get dressed in the morning…and find a way to function in other walks of life?
I suppose, looking back on it, it’s quite possible. I know there are those who are always sticking up for “womens’ rights” even in situations where it makes little sense to do so, even when the “right” in question is a right that cannot be expressed, for it is a phantom right enjoyed by nobody else. Like, for example, the right to stop anybody from forming a bad thought in their noggins about you; or if they do manage to form it, to keep it from being expressed. In the case of separating from a child’s parent, occasionally it is pointed out that the “father” in question has been nothing more than a sperm donor, and it was logically impossible for the situation to turn out any other way — the lady, when available, shoulda done a better job doing her pickin’. I know there are those who puff out their chests and spew our their bile as the conversation takes that unpleasant turn, and can be counted upon to haughtily intone, “So HE can screw around, and when the marriage crumbles it’s HER fault? How DARE you!”
It is a good point, or it has the glimmerings of logic; just the makings of something that might be worth mentioning.
The truth is that it’s an impossibility to tear down one life and begin another, without rocking the foundation of those around you — therefore, both sexes have the responsibility to build lives that will endure. And that means picking out people who will work for them long term. For those destined to reach maturity with working sets of sex organs, and thus blessed with the ability to create new life, this responsibility is all the more sacred and binding.
And there we get to the heart of the matter: We tend not to teach this to our little girls. It is thought to be roughish and thuggish to instill in our little girls a responsible skepticism about intra-human compatibilities. We tend to allow them to blossom into womanhood without telling them any of the things children should be told, about people, while they’re still children.
Worst of all: Once we see feminism is making an attempt to infect their young minds with all of its negativity, our medicinal balm for this is to encourage our young girls to “respect” life by making it more abundant. Nothing is more adorable and irresistible than that elfin cherub just begging you to let her keep the flea-bitten creature that followed her home, or the bird with the broken wing she nursed back to health…or please, oh pretty please, can she please have a puppy?
The result is a budding adult with “Single Mom” written all over her DNA. Her Will Be Done in all things — no compromises — and when the choice to be made is something on which she has no opinion, the social burden rests on her to form one. Once the choice is made, it is well outside socially-accepted norms to criticize her oh so sacred choice, for that is to criticize her; and if you criticize her, of course, you must be criticizing everything female that ever lived.
Similarly, if a bad choice has an origin that traces back to the depths of her noggin, even partially through a shared, intertwined pedigree that trails off to other places — society has stigmatized our readiness, willingness and ability to point out that it was a bad choice. And if that’s unavoidable, then somewhere there has to be a man who is at fault.
It’s a recipe for disaster. We shouldn’t blame the women for it, because anytime you have someone who owns all of a decision insofar as the authority to make it, and none of a decision insofar as the burden of accepting ownership of it, the endeavor is doomed. This poor lady, by confessing her surprise that some of this might actually have been her doing, reveals that she was never taught this basic principle of responsibility in childhood. And in revealing that, she reveals she was raised to be a single mother almost from birth.
I wonder how many share her plight. Ponder with me, if you want; but if you come up with an answer, don’t dare say it out loud — for you are not allowed to. You are only allowed to do and say things that have contributed to our skyrocketing single-parent household population in the first place.
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