My boss told me he's a member of Mars Hill Church.
Quick rundown of fucked up things Mars Hill Preaches:
Marriage is for men and women only
Women should be subservient to men, and not have jobs
Women should not have premarital sex
Pornography destroys marriages
Masturbating without a member of the opposite sex present is a form of homosexuality, and thus immoral
So basically, I work for a man who is a member of a congregation that actively shits on my lifestyle every day. This is like a black man finding out his white boss is a Neonazi. Actually, it’s funny, he is black, but the church he’s following only spreads hate along gender and sexuality lines (not racial ones), so I guess it’s all gravy for him. That motherfucker has no taste for irony.
If there was a church in Seattle that preached black people like him were subhuman instead of gays, that place would get burned to the ground immediately. Racism is rightfully deemed unacceptable by our society. But people still act complacent and tolerant about homophobia. Why?
Hear this? The title is “The Show Goes On”. Not “Float On”, even though any artist who wasn’t in the hiphop business would have the decency to call this a cover. Nope, he just dumbs down the lyrics, tweaks the structure ever so slightly, and calls it his own. Fuck you so hard, Lupe Fiasco. May your unprincipled thirst for money be quenched by a thousand throbbing dicks.
Ron felt a rush of adrenaline in his midsection, and his knees went wobbly. He thought of running, but realized that he had no chance of escaping. He felt as though someone else had siezed control of his legs as he walked stiffly to the glass door, opened it, and took a few paces into the middle of the room. The congregation stared at him with obvious confusion and interest, those in the front craning their necks or scooting their plastic chairs around to partially face him. Several of them clutched large foam penises.
“For the next design for ‘Flynn’ is this big guy design, he didn’t have a name. So I called him BEAR!!!FLYNN, because he remind me of those big tough guys who are just like Teddy Bears that you want to hug. Personally, if I have to choose between Bastion or Bear Flynn, I would choose…
What’s the difference between borrowing every issue of Scott Pilgrim from April and torrenting every issue of Scott Pilgrim? Is the primary sin of pirates not having rich(er) friends who will lend them things?
that I have no life experience, I know nothing about the world. He’s right, of course. I’ve been cloistered away in the glow of a computer’s monitor for years and years. Ever since childhood I’ve been constantly sealed up in my home like a sardine in a can.
I want to go out and do things, learn, find out more. But I don’t know where to start. I tried last night by buying a pack of Camel Blues, the kind my favorite customer at work used to buy. It’s not my intention to start a lifelong habit (they’re so fucking expensive!). I just want to have smoked a cigarette.
I have a dwindling youth left in which I should be having, I don’t know, adventures or some shit, and it’s being wanked away on heartbreaking homoerotic fanfiction. Boohoo, first world privilege, poor suburban white girl, etc. It’s still a problem.
From a very young age we’re basically taught to think of racism and “anything bad” isms as something “very bad people [consciously] do.” We are always taught to identify with the good guys and wonder what the bad guys were thinking. We then have a lot of trouble actually identifying evil thoughts within ourselves, because we don’t see ourselves as being “evil people.”
But part of truly understanding the horror of many acts in history is understanding that the people who made them happen were not particularly evil- the people that followed weren’t particularly evil. That evil often happens in little steps, tiny jokes and references and cultural nuances until something snaps and the whole thing snowballs into chaos and upheaval. Evil as it occurs when groups of people are denied rights or killed or discriminated against or whatever isn’t necessarily the result of an evil thought, but rather the result of a lack of conscious thoughts fighting evil.