I am no Biblical scholar. Far from it. But there is one thing I know from the Bible stories that I have read: there weren’t any princesses. Or frilly dresses, tutus or tiaras. Not so in My Princess Bible, a pink-washed Bible storybook for young girls about “God’s special princess.”
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If you’ve read the news at all lately, you have heard of the trials and tribulations of Bishop Eddie Long. The Atlanta mega-church pastor is accused of sexual coercion of young men within his flock. Four men filed lawsuits last week claiming Long, a televangelist, forced them to have sex. Through a spokesman, the New Birth Missionary Baptist Church pastor has categorically denied the charges against him. We will leave the sexual assault allegations to the lawyers. But even if he is found not guilty of sexual assault, Eddie Long has a well-established history of abusing power of another kind: his “relationship advice” book, What A Man Wants, What A Woman Needs, is chock full of swill that preaches keeping your trap shut, also known as “wifely submission.” Keep reading »
In my life as a 27-year-old media professional in New York City, the subject of God is not one that comes up a lot. Even when it does, I am reluctant to join the conversation, because my vocabulary is often different from that of almost everyone around me. Keep reading »
“Speaking in tongues is as normal to me as ‘Pass the salt.’ It’s a secret, direct prayer language to God. A lot of religions use meditation or chanting. My dad speaks in tongues and my mom interprets it. That’s their gift … I wasn’t ever able to say I was ‘lucky’ because my mother would rather us say that we were blessed, and she also didn’t like that ‘lucky’ sounded like ‘Lucifer.’ Deviled eggs were called ‘angeled’ eggs. I wasn’t allowed to eat Lucky Charms, but I think that was the sugar. I think my mom lied to me about that one.”
Not that we ever thought particularly good things about the Church of Scientology and their Xenu-fearing ways, but this new report from the St. Petersburg Times is particularly disturbing. While members of the Sea Org—the highest order of Scientology whose members supposedly sign an employment contract for one billion years—have been allowed to marry each other since 1996, they’ve been banned from having children. Why? Because kids distract from their duties to the church. And thus, women who get pregnant in the elite organization are allegedly pressured into having abortions. In the video above, three former Sea Org women tell their stories of being arm-twisted into abortions. They say that women who continued their pregnancies, and the husbands who stood up for them, were given harsh manual labor and were referred to as “degraded beings.” Keep reading »
“I prayed about it for a long time and said, ‘God, if it’s wrong, then I won’t do it.’”
—Heidi Montag on talking to God before signing on to get 10 plastic surgery procedures in one day. Kind of sounds like she was looking for a sign, no? Why couldn’t someone burn a bush on the girl’s lawn? [New Yorker]
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Even though Mohammed’s cameo on “South Park” didn’t go over so well, Comedy Central is prepared to show that it doesn’t discriminate when it comes to offending religious groups. Next on their list? Christians. Mr. Jesus Christ himself is going to be starring in his own series called “JC,” from the producers of “The Office” and “American Dad.” It will show a misanthropic, video game-obsessed Christ trying to escape the shadow of his “powerful but apathetic” father and find his way in New York City. Not the resurrection Christians had in mind, I suspect—I’m guessing that some of JC’s devout disciples may not take kindly to seeing their savior playing “Grand Theft Auto” and eating take-out. But it sounds like a comedic gold mine to me. The execs at Comedy Central say the show is still in the early phases of development, so they are not yet concerned about the reaction to it. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were public stoning and/or crucifixion in store for them. No one said comedy martyrdom was easy. So what do you think about “JC”? Hilarious or blasphemous? [Hollywood Reporter] Keep reading »
- A French Muslim woman received a $29 fine from police in Nantes, France, for wearing a veil while driving a car. Police say the body-covering veil — called a niqab, which only had slits at her eyes — restricted her vision and could have caused an accident. However, the 31-year-old woman’s lawyer said this is part of a larger campaign by the French government to place restrictions on Muslims, which some say is religious discrimination. [BBC]
- A California appeals court has blocked director Roman Polanski‘s attempt to block his extradition to the United States from Switzerland, where he is under house arrest. Months ago, Polanski was arrested after 33 years as a fugitive from justice for raping a teenaged girl. Polanski only served 27 days in jail in 1977 for the incident. [New York Times]
- Sarah Jessica Parker is going to narrate the “American Women: Fashioning a National Identity” exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. The exhibit looks at all the changes in women’s clothing from 1890 until 1940. [NYmag.com]
Those “Jesus is My Homeboy” T-shirts had their moment. Now taking the spotlight in hip/ironic religious wear (who knew such a market existed?) is a company called Styleislam, which produces tees, hoodies, and jackets meant to spread positive promotion of Islam. Conceived as a way to peacefully combat anti-Muslim sentiments, the company’s statement explains that the designs and slogans—like “Muslim by Nature,” “I Love My Prophet,” and “Mini Muslim”—are “not only funky, they also have content. We communicate Islam in a language young people can understand, without sacrificing our values in the process.” While many of Styleislam’s fashions tend to show a lighthearted and cheeky side, others push more serious agendas. One women’s shirt reads in a powerful font, “Hijab: My Right, My Choice, My Life.” Keep reading »
James was the boyfriend who did everything right.
He asked me out first, and asked me out again the very next day. He didn’t play games. He called if he’d be late, if he missed me, just to say hello. He listened patiently. He dressed well. He told me I was beautiful whether I was opera-ready in a ballgown or sweaty from a day-long hike. He’d plan lavish marathon dates with rooftop picnics or bonfires on the beach. He was tall, athletic, and good-looking. He held the door for women, and not just the attractive ones. He loved me.
My friends approved. My brother hung out with him. My parents loved him. James, it seemed, was good enough for everyone.
But no one was good enough for James. Keep reading »