Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Aug 2, 2017

I think I should write this in bed just before I drift off. That's when I get all the best ideas.

I never remember the best ideas when I wake.

So instead I am going to write about rapey priests.

TGB made me watch The Keepers last night.

I figured I could get through another documentary about shitty Catholics doing shitty things.

It's a docu-series.

Aw fuck.

Mind you, I had no idea what this thing was about when we started save for a nun and murder.

Halfway through episode one I was kinda bored. Lots of long stares off into the distance, way too fucking long shots of pan shots of scenery.

The first episode was drab, much like Baltimore itself.

It's building a narrative! That's called story telling! 

Yes, she really yelled that at me as I played with my fishing app.

Then episode two started and that old familiar feeling of disgust associated with religion started to rear its head.

Turns out Catholic priests weren't just into raping little boys.

Nope, little girls got it too.

Equal opportunity rapey.

Anyway, all I remember, aside from TGB grabbing the remote so I don't throw it at the tv, was a lot manipulation by men in power to coerce girls into pleasing them and then accusing the same girls of being whores.

Several thoughts ran through my brain.

Teaching children that religious leaders' authority is absolute is fucking horse-shit.

NOT teaching children about their bodies and sex is a fucking sin. Ignorance leaves them so fucking vulnerable to everything from unplanned pregnancy, STDs, and rapey fucking priests.

I am so looking forward to episode three. *eyeroll*

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