Author Archives: Alison

Letter to the Editor

Letter to the Editor

Actually, it’s one I read in the Star-Ledger today.  Fellow who wanted to be a priest but was turned down because he was illegitimate, and was dismayed by the exclusion of gays from the priesthood – neither he nor they chose how they were born.  I really don’t know why people even want to be part of an organization that so clearly doesn’t want them.  They should start their own religion that accepts people of faith, and let the Catholic church keep all the pedophiles.  I think this is the thing that really steams me – the scandal, the lawsuits, and the problems are not being caused by gay men, but by pedophiles.  By making this big thing about not admitting gays, it further reinforces the idea that pedophilia and homosexuality are somehow one and the same.  Look, folks, pedophiles like children.  Some like boy children, some like girl children, some like both.  Homosexuals like adult relationships with persons of the same sex – their age differences are probably not going to be any more shocking than the age differences between members of heterosexual couples.  Maybe even less, since an older woman or man with a partner of the same sex, but photogenic and hot isn’t going to get the same social approval as, say, Donald Trump and the wife of the week.  The perpetuation of this myth of homosexuality being equivalent to pedophilia irritates me, but I also wonder why people still want so badly to be part of this organization that insists they are unworthy as human beings.  (I wonder this about women, too, sometimes, but they tend to be more likely to grow up doing as they’re told, so I suppose it makes a wee bit more sense.) 

I wonder, too, about why we give so much power to the idea that a religion can overcome a problem without any other factor coming into play.  We just got a Christmas card from a jailed pedophile of our unfortunate acquaintance, one in a series over the years of his incarceration, which began with capitalized exultations to the Lord and was punctuated with many, many exclamation points.  Too many perpetrators of criminal acts “find God”, and that seems to be acceptable to some people as evidence of genuine reform.  Not to me.  It’s way too easy – it’s like a deathbed confession, or an extension of the “I’m sorry this happened” speech at sentencing.  It abdicates responsibility.  It’s faith with an ulterior motive.  In fact, I think that one of the reasons we keep receiving these unwanted greetings at the holidays is for written proof to be shown to the parole board next month.  “See?  I even found God two years before this!  And I keep finding him!  Nope, God sure can’t hide from me!!”  Someone else out there is dubious about the jailhouse conversions.  And this, to me, is yet another piece of evidence of the failure of the Catholic church.  The priest says “Go forth, and sin no more” but the understanding is that you can just keep sinning and sinning and sinning as long as you say you’re sorry later.  That just doesn’t cut it in the real world.  And clearly, if you can keep sinning after being told not to, then religion isn’t going to be an effective tool for self-improvement.  And yet. . .it carries so much weight with people.

Ban homosexuals, but protect pedophiles.  Allow people to commit the same wrongs over and over again, but insist that morality would persevere if public schools taught from the bible and had morning prayers.  I could go on, but I won’t – right now these are the two things in particular that seem so obvious to me that the general public’s ignorance of them is making my head hurt. 

Argh! It Burns!!!

Argh! It Burns!!!

Fresh lemon grass is hard to find, and fresh cilantro doesn’t last long, so tonight I made four curry pastes.  Red, Yellow, Green, and Massmun.  I love having them on hand – cook them in coconut milk with some sugar and salt and soy sauce, throw in tofu and whatever colorful veggies I have on hand, and it’s dinner.  Each one tastes so different from the other that the same basic recipe makes different dishes.   However, I’m not too keen on wearing gloves, so I end up with burning hands for days from cutting the hot peppers!  Make all four at once, and you’re flirting with disaster.  Ow.  Ow.  Ow.  The hands hurt, but they smell wonderful.

Feelin’ Irritated!

Feelin’ Irritated!

So – in the past week, I’ve had to go back up to North Jersey twice to shop for things.  (That’s one of the only disadvantages of having furniture all from IKEA.)  The first time, I had the brace on my arm still, and I was trying to maneuver two of those stupid carts with four turning wheels.  I can’t tell you how many dirty looks I got from people, I even had one lady shove one of my carts so she could get by, as if I wasn’t having enough trouble not bumping into people and things as it was.  Today I decided to hit the Paramus store instead, because you can bring your cart to your car.  Shopping alone in Elizabeth is a pain because you have to drag all your stuff to a locker at the far end of the parking, lock it up, get your car, wait for a loading spot, unlock the locker, and drag your cart to the car, sometimes quite a ways.  Well.  I got several pieces of furniture, one of which was heavy and fairly unwieldy for a solo shopper with a wild dancing cart. However, I’ve become something of a pro at this.  I lifted one end into the van, and then, balancing it, went around the cart, pushed the cart up against the car as I pushed the box into it, and I suddenly saw bright lights.  I turn around, and it’s the guy from the parking spot directly opposite mine pulling out.  I’m trying to hold up this piece of furniture, unable at this point to move backwards or forwards with it, and I’m yelling at the guy.  He sees me.  He keeps backing up.  The furniture is wobbling.  I’m yelling.  He keeps backing up.  I could have sat on his bumper, he pulled so close to me.  Oh, yes, folks.  He was watching very carefully to make sure he didn’t actually back into me.  I will spare my gentle readers the horrible words I would use to describe this guy – you all have fine imaginations, I’m sure you can guess.