Hooray, I wrote a bizarre book that should have been stopped!

At least according to Tiffany Willis, in her piece 27 Bizarre Religious Book Titles that Should Have Been Stopped. I’m #27!

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According to her bio, the blogger Tiffany Willis “has spent most of her career actively working with ‘the least of these’ and disadvantaged and oppressed populations.”

Sister, if you can find anyone more disadvantaged than the author of a book about NFP, you’re a better finder than I am. Still, to have my slim volume in the company ofCommunism, Hypnotism, and the Beatles and The Bible Cure for Irritable Bowel Syndrome . . . well, I always say I’m open to new experiences. I shall now go back to designing my new GoFundMe Campaign, “Dog Balls for Tito.”

Worth noting: The Sinner’s Guide to NFP has made not one but two others of this type of list! Worst Christian Book Covers of 2013 and Ten Christian Book Covers You’ll Wish You Could Erase From Your Brain. Again, I say hooray!

Help me name my baby!

Oh, fun! Sancta Nomina is a blog devoted to Catholic baby names, and the author has devoted an entire post to our dear Shrimpy, who is still known as Shrimpy, even though my due date is Feb. 26. Which is soon.

I love talking about names! Check out the blog and leave a suggestion. I’m not even kidding; we really need help.

I’m tired of hearing that everything crappy is feminized.

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photo by the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter, available from http://fssp.org

What did Cardinal Burke actually say about the feminization of the Church? I still haven’t read it, but I’m guessing it’s like a lot of what he says: true and necessary, but expressed in a frustratingly tone-deaf way that is more or less guaranteed to encourage argy bargy. Sorry, but that does seem to be his specialty. So I haven’t read it, because I already have my own opinions about the priest shortage and about altar girls, which I will save for another post.

What I have read is a lot of the commentary on what he said, and the response seems to fall into two categories:

(a) What a load of misogynist  crap! Any man who feels threatened by femininity has pee pee problems, and is just looking to pin his inferiority complex and his likely impotence on anything with a vagina.

(b) Yeah! You show those feminazis! Every time I go to Mass and see the altar crawling with women, I want to puke. My Catholicism is strong and muscular, and my wife and daughter know better than to even think of getting in between me and God.

(c) Har har, Burke really tips his hand when he turns up all decked out in silk and lace and poofy hats. Looks like Mr. Manly Man is overdue for a trip to the therapist for his . . . predilections.

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I’ll address (c) first — the jeering at Burke for his lacy vestments.  I am really uncomfortable with mocking or criticizing clergy who have a taste for old, traditional clothing and ceremonies and elaborate liturgical gestures. These things look different to modern eyes, and to me, they often look silly; but they were clearly never intended to be femme.

They were intended, as far as I know, to set the priest, and what happens at the altar, apart from everyday, practical things — much like the royal robes of a king or queen. I assume that, to many people, including Cardinal Burke, this is what they still suggest. I wish we could talk about what is wrong with the macho man version of Catholicism without implying that these guys are all secretly gay.

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Now for the question of whether or not the Church has become too feminine. I believe that the people who say (a) (“Women rule! Boys drool!”) and (b) (“The Church needs women like a fine restaurant needs cockroaches!”) are both making the same mistake, at least in regards to what has gone awry in the Church:

They are both making the mistake of assuming that all the most notorious bad fruits of Vatican II are actually feminine. We’re assuming that clown or puppet Masses are feminine — giant clay vases filled with dead sticks and sand are feminine — felt and burlap banners are feminine — Marty Haugen’s melodic tapioca is feminine — liturgical hijinks of every kind are feminine — goofy or blasphemous liturgical dance is feminine — sunshine-and-buttercups catechesis is feminine — bad theology is feminine — heresy and sloppiness and irreverence and silliness of every kind are feminine.

Now hear this: these things are no more authentically feminine than porn is authentically masculine. Instead, they are a revolting distortion of what femininity is meant to be; and that is why they are so bad for the Church.

I am awfully, awfully tired of hearing that bad theology, bad music, bad dancing, and bad felt banners are feminine. I’m a honest to goodness woman, and I find that shit just as offensive and off-putting as men do. Men and women are equal in the eyes of the Church. Men and women have different gifts to offer, and the Church has different gifts to offer to men and women. We ought to be able to talk about what does and does not belong in the Mass without pitting men and women against each other, or reducing each other (or ourselves!) to offensive stereotypes of masculinity and femininity.

Since when does the Pope meet with porn stars?

Crux is running a quickie story headlined Pope meets two American stars: Angelina Jolie and Cardinal Burke; and the picture featured is of the Pope shaking hands with a smiling, decorously attired Jolie, who was in town to promote her film Unbroken. 

Jolie has … said the experience of making the film has reopened her to the idea of the divine, if not any specific religious faith.

In a statement, Jolie called the chance to present the film at the Vatican “an honor.”

My general impression of Angelina Jolie is that (a) she grew up in Hollywood, and it’s a miracle she’s even human at this point; (b) she is mixed up about a lot of things, but seems to be trying hard to be a decent human being and a good mother, and seems to want to take advantage of her celebrity to do good, as she sees it; and (b) she sure is pretty.

Of course, the Pope meets with people constantly, every day, all year long, so I didn’t think a little handshake is a story to get worked up over either way.

NOT SO THE INTERNET! NOT SO!  Here’s a thread I saw on Facebook under a link to the Crux story:

 

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Yarr. Two points:

1. Can we save the description “porn star” for people who are porn stars?

2. There is actually some precedent for a representative of the Church meeting with sexy ladies. See:

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image source: Kevin Probst [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Because if there’s one thing we learned from the Gospels, it’s that Jesus would never

. . . Oh, never mind.

The abortion lie that just won’t die

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image by Thierry Geoffroy via Wikimedia Commons 

 

It’s expensive to run a medical facility, and reasonably so, because when people’s lives are at stake, you should be willing to spend a little money. If you want to perform surgery, then you should be ready to perform surgery. If you think women’s lives are not worth an upgrade or two on your facility,  then maybe you’re in the wrong business.

Read the rest at the Register. 

On repeat today: Son Little

 

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A lovely lady (hi, lovely lady!) sent me an Amazon gift card, so I did something I haven’t done in maybe ten years: bought a new album. It’s on repeat now, all five songs of it, and that’s why I’m not getting anything done today.

The album is Son Little: Things I Forgot. Here is “Your Love Will Blow Me Away When My Heart Aches.”

This guy is the real deal. Haven’t heard anything this good in years and years. My only concern is that I don’t think he is okay. I want to stop by his house with some hot soup and make sure he is getting to bed at a reasonable hour.  He has one of those “quivering with life while staring at death” voices, but it’s the silences between lines that really hurt.

He also won my heart by posting a picture on Facebook of a check for ten cents that he recently earned through his art.

Can’t wait for more songs!

It’s silly season for Catholics who bash Francis on climate change

If we want a pro-life message to be part of the conversation on environmental policy, then the Pope must speak.

 

Read the rest at the Register.

New radio show! Connecting the Dots with Mark Shea and me AND…

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. . . Tom McDonald, Dale Ahlquist, Jason Stellman, and Steven Greydanus. Mark’s new radio show, Connecting the Dots, airs on Real Life Radio from 5-6:00 PM Eastern, five days a week, and I’m thrilled to announce that I’ll be co-hosting with Mark on Mondays. You can listen live online here.  About the show:

Mark Shea’s “Connecting the Dots” takes a look at everything from pork to pyrotechnics as we explore this delightful, tragic, ordinary, extraordinary, sinful, and redeemed world through eyes of Catholic faith and seek to live as intentional disciples of Jesus Christ in his one, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church.

The weekly schedule: Monday: Simcha Fisher
Tuesday: Tom McDonald
Wednesday: Dale Ahlquist
Thursday: Jason Stellman
Friday: Steven Greydanus

This is going to be a good one! It is a call-in show, so I hope you can join in. P.S. I have no idea what we are going to be talking about.

The Fishers’ Half-Baked Kid Chore System that More Or Less Works

New year! Great time to get your rotten, miserable  kids to carry their weight a little bit.
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For reference, our kids’ ages are 16, 15, 14, 12, 10, 9, 7, 5, and 3. I am 32 weeks pregnant, my husband works long and late, and I work from home, and our house is small.
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It is not clean.
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However, the major areas of it do get attended to regularly, so we don’t generally refuse to let reasonably tolerant people in because of C.H.A.O.S. (can’t have anyone over, sorry). If we are having guests (which we do at least nine times of year, for birthday parties), an afternoon of intense cleaning with lots of Febreze and Magic Erasers gets us up to speed. I am not an especially clean or disciplined person, but I don’t want to live in complete squalor. With this system, if the kids grow up and decide they want a much cleaner house than the one they grew up in, they can totally up their game; but at least this way, they’re used to the idea of doing some kind of cleaning every day.
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Here’s how we do it.
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We use a team system. Each day, each kid team gets one area, and they take turns covering the different halves of the chore. Chores start at 7 PM, and should be done within 40 minutes. They keep track of whose turn it is to do which half. There is a lot of shouting, but I stay out of it. In an unsolvable dispute, the whiniest person gets the job they want the least.
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I originally wanted to pair up big kids with little kids, but Damien realized that, with that system, big kids would end up doing everything and the little guys would just slack off. So we paired them off in teams of kids closest age: two oldest kids, two old-middle kids, two middle kids, and two little kids. Benny just wanders around yelling at the dog.
They are all officially expected to do the same amount of work, but we expect a lot less out of the younger kids’ teams. So, if the teenagers leave three pots “soaking” for me to wash in the morning, they get called back, but Team 9- and 10-year-old gets away with it.
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An example of a dishwashing job that will get you called back.

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The cleaning areas are: Kitchen, dining room/living room, bathroom/hallway, and stairs/landing. Some areas are easier than others, so that they have some days to look forward to, and don’t get burnt out. They move through the cycle of cleaning areas every day, so they stay with the same team but do a different job each day.
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Kitchen: one person empties the dishwasher, puts away stuff in the dish drainer, and does the dishes (including hollering “LAST CALL FOR DISHES!” before starting the dishwasher), and the other person clears and wipes the counters and sweeps the floor.
Dining room/living room: Living room includes putting away everything that doesn’t belong in that room, shaking out the area rug, and sweeping the floor. Dining room includes clearing the table and wiping it down, packing leftovers into containers and putting them in the fridge, wiping down chairs, putting away all shoes and jackets and backpacks.
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Bathroom/hallway: Bathroom includes emptying the garbage can and putting a new bag in, wiping down the sink and counter top, and wadding up wet towels and washcloths into the bath toy box. At least they all seem to believe it includes that last part. Hallway includes picking up everything that doesn’t belong there, sweeping, letting the dog out, and refilling his food and water dishes.
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Stairs/landing. Clearing junk off stairs and sweeping them. Any other job can be substituted for this one, if it seems more urgent. This job is just for the littlest kids, because it is easy and they are nincompoops.
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Laundry. The three oldest kids do their own laundry on the weekends, but the rest is my husband’s job. This is new in the past year or so, and it has been life-changing for me. In theory, I am in charge of folding it, and my system is to pull out socks, underwear, dishtowels, towels, baby and adult clothes, and put them away every day. Socks and underwear go into Rubbermaid chests right next to the dryer, and if people want their socks matched, they are welcome to match them.
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In practice, about halfway through my pregnancy I became useless, and stopped doing more than throwing a load in the wash a few times a week.
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Once a week or so, we have what we grimly term a “laundry party,” which means we put the little kids to bed, put a MST3K movie on Netflix, and I sort the baskets, throw clothes at the kids, and they fold their own and put them away. In the third trimester, I don’t  even sort, I just sleep on the armchair while the kids do it. We all pretend the kids never end up sorting my embarrassing underwear.
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Miscellaneous: The boys are in charge of taking the garbage out (and putting a new bag in before they walk out the door with the full bag, dammit). This is not exactly a male/female thing; it’s just because the girls are older and tend to do more chores anyway, including things like changing the baby and giving the little girls baths. So we made garbage a boy job just kind of even things out. That being said, garbage is totally a man/boy job, because childbirth.
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The boys are also in charge of sorting the recycling on Saturday mornings. I think we started this policy because we were mad at them one day. Plus, they are the ones who need cans for shooting with BBs, so they might as well gather them up once a week.
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The kids are in charge of cleaning their own rooms, which means that the orderly ones clean their rooms and the slobs live in filth until I freak out and make them clear it out. Not happy about this, but that’s how it is right now.
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We also pay for (or occasionally assign them as punishments) extra jobs that I don’t want to face, like washing little kids’ hair, or cleaning out the van.  On days when company is coming, everyone becomes a slave and has to clean everything until it’s clean, including things like mopping floors, washing windows, dusting, decluttering, and wiping down door frames. No one gets paid and we don’t care if it turns out fair.
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Does this system work? More or less. If I am too tired to supervise, they do a good enough job on their own for a day or two, until I am up to following them around and raising everyone’s standards a bit. We make adjustments constantly, as the kids get older and people’s schedules and abilities change.
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How does it work at your house?

Epiphany, you’re on your own.

“Keep that tree up until Epiphany!” they keep saying. “It’s still Christmas, you know! Don’t take down that tree yet!” they keep saying. They are imagining something like this:

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(Photo Credit Anthea Sieveking , Wellcome Images)

O, Holy Night!

Whereas what hulks in our living room is more along these lines:

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Oh, holy crap.

Epiphany, you’re on your own.