Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Bizarre-O Singing Guy...

I have been feeling rather beaten down lately - had a whirlwind weekend with two visitors in my tiny apartment, a fantastic birthday celebration, much walking around, and the beginnings of a sickness which has only begun to abate today. Hence the lack of posts, and also a lack of attention to detail, which sadly made my adventursome weekend a blur and didn't allow for me remembering any of the funny, quirky bits I saw around the city as I walked ALL over it.

So today, now that I'm feeling better, I was very excited on my lunch break to head over to Lee's Art Shop on 57th between 7th and 8th. I love this store because it is a very full-service, 4 story, serious art store where one can find all manner of supplies for virtually any art project, but it is also a trap for little old ladies and middle-aged housewives with too much time on their hands and a penchant for shiny things. I am, apparently, both an artist (heh!) and a middle-aged lady at heart, because I can be walking by that place with my sights set on the Duane Reade down the block for, like, nail files or something, and get drawn into Lee's without even noticing it's happening, while my brain chants "Sparkly stuff, sparkly stuff, sparkly stuff," and suddenly I'm buying $50 worth of Mod Podge and a fridge magnet with a Roald Dahl quote on it...

Anyway.

So today I was on my way over there to look for invitation cards and standing outside, as he usually is, was Bizarre-O Singing Guy. I suddenly realized I've never written about him on this blog, and that is a damn shame, because as far as strange New York specific people go, he is right up there with the best of them. Bizarre-O Singing Guy is a middle-aged to elderly gentlemen of uncertain ethnicity and nationality who stands outside Lee's every weekday and sings to himself and/or passersby. His ethnicity and nationality are uncertain because his song does not seem to be comprised of words, or if they ARE words, the language he's singing them in is so alien to me that I can't even venture a guess as to what it could be. I have a feeling it's a "speaking in tongues" kind of thing, musical style. He actually has quite a powerful voice, if not an operatic one, and could probably do a mean Indian restaurant zitar theme if he wanted to, but he doesn't seem interested in making money. He's not out there singing for change. He's giving out pamphlets. And here's where he gets sneaky: those pamphlets have a picture of a gift-wrapped box on them, and they say "A Gift For You." So of course I eagerly snatched one up one day, equally charmed by his bizarre-o singing and eager to see what kind of valuable present lay in store for me inside the folded piece of paper.

Well, let me tell you, there was no gift in there, friends. Just really badly written drivel about accepting Jesus Christ into my heart and such. Not that I have anything against the idea of Jesus in my heart, exactly, I just can't stand badly reasoned and even more badly written proselityzing. If you're going to write it down, at least make sure it makes sense. The only gift I got was Bizarre-O Singing Guy's song.

But despite his crafty pamphlet passing, I have a soft place in my heart for this dude. He's fun and he seems to be enjoying himself and he's not even particularly pushy. So more power to him. So today as I passed him I realized that I had to write a blog entry about him, and encourage my readers to go check him out sometime. If you ever happen to be in midtown, near the Brooklyn Diner, you should be able to find him during normal business hours.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Fun on the internets!

Ah, Mondays in the city. People are either angry that it's Monday, discussing their crazy weekends with friends, or sleeping off hangovers. And the internets are abuzz with things I am just now seeing after not reading much last week because I was writing DVD reviews like mad. So, here are a few tidbits to make you laugh:


During my lunch hour today:

1) As I was walking down 55th Street after buying some coffee in Dunkin Donuts (an adventure in itself, after I'd gotten into a kind of confused staring contest with a homeless man outside who said something in gibberish to me and then refused to repeat himself, but instead just smiled at me while I blinked at him), some really loud young men decided that they should walk DIRECTLY behind me and talk very loudly. This is what they said:
Dude #1: Yeah, I'm talking about my SCROTUM.
Dude #2: Yeah, just to be clear.
Dude #1: My nutsack.
(Pause...)
Dude #1: Man, I've got to go back to that strip club.

2) Later on, as I was walking down 5th Ave, I heard two men discussing homeless people when we walked by an old babushka looking panhandler (who I later saw stuff her bills into her pocket to make it look as if she wasn't making any money... sneaky...):
Man #1: Homeless people are interesting...
Man #2: They can make a good bit of money doing that.
Man #1: I'd imagine.
Man #2: No, I mean it! There used to be this man who would ride on the 2 train with me every day. He had a skateboard and he would push himself up and down the cars on it, as if he had no legs. And people would give him a LOT of money, cause he had no legs. But then, he would get off the train every day at South Street Seaport, and STAND UP -
Man #1: Stand up?
Man #2: Yeah, he'd stand up on his LEGS and walk to his car and go home.

3) And later on still, on 56th Street as I was heading back to work, I passed a gay looking thug-type man who was saying to the girl he was with:
"That fucking ignorant fuck! That illiterate fucking fuck!
I was impressed by his use of expletives.



Meanwhile, over the weekend and in some cases last week, these things were happening on the internet:

1) David Bowie meets Tim Burton meets Colonel Sanders - in chicken form!

2) Take a good look at all three of these photos, people:
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Now, imagine little old me at a Man Man show, getting all riled up by the music and finally getting up the gumption to jump into the moshpit nearby. And immediately getting SLAMMED to the floor by a huge, sweaty, almost-naked body...
Turned out, that "most pit" wasn't a mosh pit at all. It was just that guy flinging himself around in nothing but a headband and underpants. And he flattened me.
Good times.

3) If you click on this photo:

...there's more where that came from. Jesus is WITH YOU ALWAYS and don't you forget that next time you're looking at porn online, people.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Just a link for now, because I have no words.

But I'm sure I'll have words tomorrow. This is just despicable:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1099447/Saudi-court-tells-girl-aged-EIGHT-divorce-husband-50-years-senior.html

Saudi court tells girl aged EIGHT she cannot divorce husband who is 50 years her senior

By Mail Foreign Service
Last updated at 9:49 AM on 22nd December 2008

A Saudi court has rejected a plea to divorce an eight-year-old girl married off by her father to a man who is 58, saying the case should wait until the girl reaches puberty.

The divorce plea was filed in August by the girl's divorced mother with a court at Unayzah, 135 miles north of Riyadh just after the marriage contract was signed by the father and the groom.

Lawyer Abdullar Jtili said:"The judge has dismissed the plea, filed by the mother, because she does not have the right to file such a case, and ordered that the plea should be filed by the girl herself when she reaches puberty."

"She doesn't know yet that she has been married," Jtili said then of the girl who was about to begin her fourth year at primary school.

Relatives who did not wish to be named said that the marriage had not yet been consummated, and that the girl continued to live with her mother.

They said that the father had set a verbal condition by which the marriage is not consummated for another 10 years, when the girl turns 18.

The father had agreed to marry off his daughter for an advance dowry of £5,000, as he was apparently facing financial problems, they said.

The father was in court and he remained adamant in favour of the marriage, they added.
Mr Jtili said he was going to appeal the verdict at the court of cassation, the supreme court in the ultra-conservative kingdom which applies Islamic Sharia law in its courts.

Arranged marriages involving pre-adolescents are occasionally reported in the
Arabian Peninsula, including in Saudi Arabia where the strict conservative Wahabi version of Sunni Islam holds sway and polygamy is common.

In Yemen in April, another girl aged eight was granted a divorce after her unemployed father forced her to marry a man of 28.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Well put

This is, once again, from my favorite old lady (maybe... the jury is still out on whether the bloggers are as old as they say, but I love what they write regardless) blog, Margaret and Helen, and it basically says exactly what I try to say every day but have trouble framing in words:

"Has it occurred to anyone else that the Republican party has become the party of money, guns and sex? It seems to be the only things they think about. Who is having sex with who? How much are my taxes? Keep your hands off my guns. I really think they would explode if a gay couple used their tax refund to purchase an AKA assault rifle. They wouldn’t know whether to hate the sinner or compliment the sin. ...

It is just so interesting to me that the voters who most value religious freedom seem to be the most willing to embrace religious values, while the voters who claim to be the most religious are clearly the least. Don’t get me wrong. There are lots well-intentioned, good hearted Christians out there. We just don’t seem to be squeaking loud enough. We’ve known for years that we have a health care problem. Bill used Hilary Clinton to try and address it back in 1992. Do you realize that was 16 years ago? Republicans squeaked that it was Government-run healthcare and it would bankrupt our county. So millions of families continued to live without adequate healthcare while the government swept the whole mess under the rug. Suddenly banks and auto industries are having trouble and money seems to be growing on trees. Says a great deal about our priorities. "

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Hairless Apes

Ok, now that the monkey story is over, I thought I could go back to writing about subjects more befitting of homo sapiens. Things like philosophy, art, music, etc. You know, intelligent topics of discussion and what not.

But then today, on a whim, I started doing some research into Proposition 8, which overturned a California Supreme Court ruling that upheld the rights of same sex couples to marry. Californians voted by a 52.2% majority on election day not to extend the legal rights of heterosexuals to homosexuals. They... decided... excuse me, I'm trying to wrap my brain around this one... to outlaw gay marriage... after the supreme court of their state... said that to do so would be unconstitutional. And they voted that... the supreme court... was wrong? ...Because... their churches... told them to.
California. The state where the gay rights movement started. Where people began to realize that homosexual people are, well, people.

I'm confused.

So I've been researching what happened. And I'm just disgusted. It's the kind of thing that I guess shouldn't surprise me anymore. People being hateful toward each other for no discernable reason is part of our heritage. But even if we are just big hairless apes, and even if we've spent most of our history as a species being terrible to one another, we are still hairless. We have evolved beyond other apes. We do have bigger brains. And we have been using them for a while now. How is it that we continue to be so stupid? What is it in our genetic makeup that plunges us from the heights of philosophy and artistic achievement into the darkness of disgustingly backwards primordial goo? Why do we do this?

I realize this isn't the most well-reasoned or objective look at the issue, but there aren't enough people out there reading this just yet for me to be responsible with my interpretations or reporting of facts. So... if you want... bear with me.

The whole thing is just so preposterous to me, so absolutely awful, so bigoted and prejudicial and – yes, I’ll say it – un-American, that I simply cannot say anything about it that doesn’t sound angry.

It’s not as if Californians voted it down unanimously, or even that there was a landslide at the polls, which might anger me more. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if one of the most progressive states in the nation, which has proven itself to be so forward-thinking and open-minded in the past, was really populated by homophobes and hate-mongers. But then again, if Proposition 8, which overturned a California Supreme Court ruling that upheld the rights of same-sex couples to marry in that state, had been passed by a large margin, there would have been little room for argument. I might have been able to just shake my head at people’s narrow-mindedness, reaffirm my lack of desire to ever move to California, and move on.

But the fact is that the 14 words added to the California State Constitution on November 5th, "Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California," were voted in by only 52.2% of voters. And the margin was determined almost entirely by those responding to calls by different religious groups to ‘get out and vote.' What makes that even grosser is that even groups from outside the state of California, who are somehow, magically, personally effected and offended by California gays, got involved. Specifically the Mormon church asked its members to donate to pro-Prop8 organizations like "protectmarriage.com," and their members responded with huge and numerous contributions that helped get more closed-minded Californians to the polls.

The Mormons. Who no longer officially permit, but still often engage in, polygyny. Suddenly these people have the right to tell other people who to marry? How does this work in their heads? Apparently their theory that "the formation of families is central to the Creator’s plan" excludes homosexuals... because... we just don't want to let them adopt any of the millions of children in the world who currently have no stable or loving parents. Because homosexuals can't procreate in the typical biological way, Mormons have decreed that their matrimonial union would be a threat to families rather than an opportunity to create more for children who have already been brought into this world. The Mormons, who bemoaned the fate of the "innocents" who have been aborted, don't seem to give a fuck about the kids who managed to be born but who nobody wanted.

...ok, ok, maybe I'm going overboard, but... seriously.

Anyway, the whole religious involvement thing does make sense on the one hand: religious groups tend to have very strong opinions about the institution of marriage. Of course they do. Marriage is a cornerstone of most moralistic theologies. Traditionally it has been touted as a holy sacrament in Western societies (at least ever since St. Thomas Aquinas called it that in the 13th century), and as a union between a man and a woman in Christian and Jewish belief systems. Which is all well and good. Freedom of religion and all that. In America religions are free, as privately led institutions, to back up whatever moral systems they choose. Their believers are free to hold those moral systems dear and to internalize them as their own personal beliefs, or natural truths, or whatever. If it makes them feel closer to their god, then I have no quarrel with them, so long as they are not hurting anyone by doing it.

But that last bit, “as long as they are not hurting anyone” – ah, there’s the rub. Because, well, people trying to force their religious, or religiously-based, beliefs on others in a way that discriminates against them socially and legally and economically – that’s hurting people. Church groups bringing their issues with other people’s sexuality into the sphere of legality, forcing their morality down people’s throats and into their bedrooms and bank accounts – that’s hurting people. And it’s violating a dictum that our founding fathers set down hundreds of years ago, one that has become as sacred as things are supposed to be allowed to be in our legal system: the separation of Church and State.

Given this edict, which hangs over all government proceedings like the necessarily absent word of God, how do governments justify poking their noses into people’s bedrooms and private lives on the basis of a religiously-fueled public sentiment? All forms of government, and law enforcement, exist in this country to protect their people from physical, economic, and other tangible harm. And they are allowing themselves to actually harm people. And while they are also to act in accordance with the will of the people in matters open to public voting, I can’t help but be disgusted that they are allowing nothing short of prejudice and discrimination to be part of their public agenda.

Does nobody remember Jim Crowe? Martin Luther King? What it means to allow prejudice, bigotry, fear, and hatred to govern public life? That people have died before and will die again because the law allows discrimination that gets out of control? That at a time in our history, white people considered other races to be ‘naturally inferior,’ and that now we've alloed people who consider gay marriages to be ‘unnatural’ to write laws? Doesn’t this ring a familiarly awful bell?

And furthermore, on a simply practical level, how can people not see that the “protection of marriage” line that’s being recited by those who voted for Proposition 8 really, honestly, makes no sense? How, exactly, are American marriages being threatened by the extension of marriage itself? Are married gays going to somehow go around breaking up heterosexual couples? Are married lesbians going to kidnap the children of two-parent homes once they’ve gained the same tax benefits as married straight people? Is the extension of tax and healthcare benefits to more people going to somehow rob the bank accounts of homophobes? In the genius words of Lewis Black, are there some "gay banditos" out there who will get married and then go from house to house, interrupting idyllic American dinners by fucking each other in the ass in tasteful pumps just to destroy the American family? The answer to all these questions, no matter how many times I look at them from different angles, is “no.” Of course fucking not.

The only people who will be hurt economically, socially, and possibly even physically by prejudicial attitudes being written into our laws and state constitutions are homosexuals who want to be treated the same as everyone else. And the only ones who would be hurt by those attitudes being written out of our laws would be... nobody. Sure, maybe those of us with narrow minds and feeble imaginations feel unnerved by seeing two men kissing or two women holding hands in public, but unless those two men or women force you to watch them perform their private business, or assault you, or rob you, the law should have no more right to interfere with them than you do.

The way I see it is this: if a church or an entire religion want to ban homosexual couples from sharing in their definition of marriage, well, that’s the business of that church or that religion. Nobody should be able to stop them, just like nobody has been able to stop the Boy Scouts from keeping gay men out of their leadership. They are private institutions, and people are free to choose whether or not they want to participate in their ceremonies and beliefs and sacraments, just as they are free to choose whether certain people are allowed to participate. Marriage as a religious ceremony and institution is fair game for the morality of the religion that is joining its believers in matrimony. No skin off my nose.

But when those religions try to start influencing the law, then I start getting angry. And when the law starts acting like a privately controlled religion, well then I get a bee in my bonnet. The legal code of a state or country, according to the philosophies on which American democracy is based, should have nothing to do with religiously-biased morality. If we can’t agree on who should be allowed the legal benefits of marriage, then we should all have to go without. Telling someone that he or she can’t have something just because somebody somewhere thinks that they shouldn’t has no place in a government that we are striving to make available to “all men” who were supposedly “created equal.” If we can’t agree on whether homosexuals should be granted civil unions versus marriages in the eyes of the law, then in order to prevent prejudicial treatment, we must not allow anyone to benefit from marriage on a legal level. Rather than accepting something that others cannot have for no good reason, we must legally sanction only civil unions for everybody.

Let churches handle marriage and do whatever they think is morally all right for their married faithful, and let civil unions be the territory of our laws. Let’s all pay the same in taxes once we’ve been unified civilly, and join ourselves in matrimony in whatever churches will accept us.

And... I'm spent. I can't even think about it anymore without getting angry and risking brain exolode-y. Which is frowned upon at art galleries, where primordial brain goo is frowned upon by the supposedly cultured bipedal, hairless apes who are supposed to be rising above mindless hatred and emotional violence. As if.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

More Halloween musings, and a religious pamphlet I approve of!

Last night was Halloween. In case my rambling passage from yesterday passed you by. I'm not sure what exactly I was trying to say - obviously. But I was tired and annoyed at the day in general by the time I wrote it and wasn't thinking clearly enough to write anything worth reading. Still, I think there's a little nugget of truth in there somewhere if you dig for it.

Anyway, here I am, shamefully, at work the day after Halloween. I absolutely love Halloween and I wanted to be out till dawn last night, rocking out my fabulous Jessica Rabbit costume (still haven't come across a decent Maleficent costume I could afford... sigh...), then come in here today hung over enough to show what a blowout night I had. But alas, I was thwarted in my attempts at being ultra-NYC-party-fab-cool. By my shoes. As always. I don't know why I always seem to think I can get away with wearing ridiculous cheap shoes - they always kill me.
We stood out at the parade for an hour and a half, waiting for the Project Bueller ((http://projectbueller.tumblr.com/) float to go by, and by the time it passed and we had run after it, singing "Twist and Shout" and reveling in the fun, my feet were so sore that I had to hold on to Connor's arm to walk. So we ended up, rather than floating from bar to bar on the wings of our awesome costumed-ness, sitting barefoot on our friend's couch in Stuyvesant Town. Not that the party was lame or anything - it was actually a pretty great soiree- but I was definitely shut down by my shoes. Didn't want to go anywhere.

Why do I, and other women, keep doing this? Sure, my legs looked good in the 6-inch heels, and sure, they complimented my costume, but for God's sake, why did I think I would be ok to walk around in them all night without my body rebelling against the completely unnatural position into which they forced my body, and the loss of blood circulation they inflicted upon my toes? Why did I think a pair of $10 shoes from Danice in the Bronx would carry me around effectively all night? For that matter, why do we think the ridiculous shoes we buy, regardless of price, are ever a good idea? They are sometiems just as bad to our bodies and comfort level as foot binding was to Chinese women. They have become an implement of female torture in Western society, put into a positive light by the fact that they turn men on, and make women look oh so good. Popularized for women by Catherine de' Medici in the 1530's to increase stature and make one look fashionable, high heels have become a symbol of sex appeal in modern culture. Not only do they reek of sex, but women seem to have turned the logic of trying to attract men around, making the ability to walk confidently in stilletos and other crazy heels a matter of self-confidence and strength. Every day in midtown I see women walking around in five-inche stilleto boots and pant-suits; high-powered business women totter around in less-than-pencil-thin pumps, feeling fabulous because they think/know they look good and they can totally 'handle it.' And by 'it,' of course, I mean discomfort, difficulty balancing, and being forced to walk more slowly than normal in order to pay attention to where they place their feet. WHY?

The funny thing is - I'm ranting on and on about this, and I don't have an answer. Nor am I going to stop wearing heels. To be honest, I don't wear them nearly as often as many women, especially here in NYC, but I do have several pairs of 3-5 inch heels ranging from platform chunky versions to stilleto boots that I have to veer around subway grates and holes in the sidewalk in. And I will continue to wear them because... well... they make me feel awesome and sexy.
What can I do?


Also:
On my way into the subway this morning I was handed a religious pamphlet. Knowing I'd have a while to wait on the platform, I took one, thinking it would be a good laugh. But it was, surprisingly, well-written. And, bizarre-o faith language and fallacy-laden logic aside, it actually made some pretty good sense. It was about how salvation isn't a sure thing, and how even those who have been born again and who are very "good" practicing Christians must keep their eyes open and work at it to be sure they've been assured salvation. I don't really pretend to understand all the finer points of the reasoning in there, or the Scripture, or what have you, but I found no bad grammar, no misused punctuation, no nonsense sentences, no badly used words... In short, it was well written and appeared to have been edited by someone who knew what he or she was doing. There were a few standout sudden changes in point of view, but beyond that it was impeccably put to paper. I was cheered.

I am by no means a Christian, but I have no ill will toward the religion. It works well for some people, and like most other religions I think it's just one way of looking and experiencing the Great Mystery we all seek. And it's not a bad way to go. If you want, you can be an emotional Christian who falls down on your knees in passion and praises your God, or you can be an intellectual, ephemeral, philosophical Christian who uses very important and well-laid out theological texts for study and contemplation, or you can choose from any number of different paths to "salvation" between those two extremes. It's a wide open way of looking at life and what it means, and I think that's great. But I have read some pamphlets in my time that have turned the idea of being a Christian into this ultra-low-brow, horrendously conceived, and badly executed miraculous cure-all for all the ills of life. I have read misspelled words, grammar that a five year old should be able to correct, and arguments that simply made no sense, and I have grieved for Christians who seem to know what they're talking about relying on the skills of some hack who can hardly communicate what he wants for dinner, let alone the finer points of faith and religious dogma. It's just sad.

So Kudo's to Robert Lehigh, editor of "Bible Helps" pamphlets from Hanover, PA. I commend you.