This all needs to be discussed. We often either demonize sexual women or elevate them to a state of Goddess and pressure them to be more and more sexualized (which pressures all women to rise to the challenge). In reality, most women are a little of both - somewhat maternal and somewhat sexual, leaning into one or the other more at a particular time and place. Yet, as we can't seem to do anything without going to extremes, the idea of a woman being somewhat sexual or somewhat maternal gets no traction at all.
Personally, I think the idea that Mary had a be a virgin is absurd and insulting. And most people don't get the lesson learned from Jesus' "friendship" with Mary Magdalene - that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior.
> "... that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior."
Amen to that, though i may be somewhat biased. 🙂 Reminds me of a cartoon or a joke about someone asking a prostitute what she thought of the business. To which she said, "It's ok but too many of the guys just want to talk to you ..." 😉🙂
BTW, I think i have a free subscription or two to UK comedian Graham Linehan's Substack if you'd like one.
… that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior.
Indeed — Amen to that. Though that reminds me of a quip, a pun of sorts — probably seen in Playboy many moons ago when one might have reasonably said one read it for the articles, long before “Men's” magazines turned into what Hugh Hefner, Himself, called “gynecological gazettes”.
But apparently a woman appeared before a judge on charges of prostitution, speaking of Stormy Daniels …, and the judge, in “his” ruling, “found her wanton” … 🙂
Though one probably needs to be aware of the dated or archaic senses of the word to “get the salt” of the pun:
sexually unrestrained or having many casual sexual relationships (typically used of a woman).
"her cheeks burned as she recalled how forward she had been, how wanton
You ever notice how much torture porn is produced from the process of childbirth?
Men have a horror of the bodily processes of women. Christians could only deal with Mary by coming up with the hilarity of the Immaculate Conception (which was backstoried) and her pregnancy by vapor.
Every cult that's come out of the Middle East has as its central core an obsession with blood and purity and She Who Is Menstruating is rendered temporarily polluted and must be excluded from the normal rites.
Pedophiles like their females un-menstruating and the very best females for the ancient Greeks were beautiful little boys.
I suspect a lot of modern marital dysfunction comes at least in part from having the husband in the labor and delivery rooms where he can't escape the raw messiness of producing children. Some things you just can't unsee later.
Puberty is the ugly stage. It's always been hard to get through and as I've noted to you many times previously, those elaborate, sometimes painful, occasionally fatal rituals that many societies have devised for it served to channel the raging hormones towards the approved path for becoming an adult and a fully validated member of the tribe.
Happy upcoming The Holy Infant Not Produced by Sex Day!
“I suspect a lot of modern marital dysfunction comes at least in part from having the husband in the labor and delivery rooms where he can't escape the raw messiness of producing children. Some things you just can't unsee later.”
Reminds me of a tale, twice or thrice told or no, from my childhood that my own father, Gawd rest his soul, was in the bar, possibly three sheets to the wind, while my mother, Gawd rest her soul too, was in the hospital, in labour, giving birth to me. Maybe because he, having been in WW-II in the artillery — I'm a son of a gunner … 😉🙂 — had probably seen enough carnage to last him a lifetime, and at least had some inklings of what giving birth entailed.
BTW, thanks for the Likes and the Restack. 🙂 I had been a bit apprehensive that the post would have gone over like the proverbial lead balloon, particularly given that I had just garnered some blocks from some fainting Violets, one assumes, for trying to call a spade, an effen shovel. Someone once suggested that “the Truth” is the least popular product on the market these days, and probably at any time.
Betcha I got more blocks/bans than you do! Since I read no progressives on Substack all my blocks/bans are from the tough manly free speech crowd.
Anyway--yes, I'd think anyone who'd experienced the stink and horror of blood and torn flesh would not be eager to have that taint the joy of the birth of one's child.
I did have the now-unhusband with me throughout the process and found being able to grip his hand very comforting, but I doubt the experience was entirely healthy for his already seriously fucked-up self. And since I had no problem demanding that my OBGYN grip my hand during the epidural any hand likely would've done fine. "Thing" might've been a fine alternate choice, when I think about it.
And heck. Some of what you write goes over like a lead balloon for me too, but that doesn't stop me from an overall enjoyment of our comradeliness.
“Thing" might've been a fine alternate choice, when I think about it.
Reminds me of a old advertisement selling underarm deodorants to women which featured a cartoon of a female octopus recommending a particular product. “Her” final comment was something like, “And believe me, I know underarms.” 🙂
And heck. Some of what you write goes over like a lead balloon for me too, but that doesn't stop me from an overall enjoyment of our comradeliness.
Sorry about that chief. 🙂 Still think that too many people have turned words into totems, into magic wands, the waving-about of which supposedly changes reality — “Expecto Patronum!!”, point the wand and say “C-A-T” and a “spell” has been cast turning someone into a cat. 🙂
But agree — 110% 🙂 — on the comradeliness, something of an oasis. Somewhat apropos of which and of our exes, maybe why mine and I are more or less on good terms — we've sort of managed to forgive each other for our own transgressions. Not that that is always possible or easy — reminds me of an Eastwood movie, The Unforgiven, which may have some relevance to this post — maybe another chapter. 🙂
Some things are unforgiveable. It's under stress that anyone's true nature is revealed. I was relieved and grateful about my own, and shocked and disgusted by his. Of course I also remain grateful that he was the instrument by which I was blessed with my life's treasure. Purpose served and noted. That keeps me from any indulgement of the very worst of primitive emotions and that really asks enough of me, I think.
And, well--it wouldn't be a true comradeship if I just liked your stuff out of courtesy. That which annoys me, I ain't, as you know, shy about stating.
This all needs to be discussed. We often either demonize sexual women or elevate them to a state of Goddess and pressure them to be more and more sexualized (which pressures all women to rise to the challenge). In reality, most women are a little of both - somewhat maternal and somewhat sexual, leaning into one or the other more at a particular time and place. Yet, as we can't seem to do anything without going to extremes, the idea of a woman being somewhat sexual or somewhat maternal gets no traction at all.
Personally, I think the idea that Mary had a be a virgin is absurd and insulting. And most people don't get the lesson learned from Jesus' "friendship" with Mary Magdalene - that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior.
The real question is: will we ever learn?
> "... that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior."
Amen to that, though i may be somewhat biased. 🙂 Reminds me of a cartoon or a joke about someone asking a prostitute what she thought of the business. To which she said, "It's ok but too many of the guys just want to talk to you ..." 😉🙂
BTW, I think i have a free subscription or two to UK comedian Graham Linehan's Substack if you'd like one.
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls picked them, every one …
When will they ever learn …
https://youtu.be/ZgXNVA9ngx8?si=5FVrUyQoYGj_voY9 😉🙂
… that we should not judge a woman based upon her sexual experience or behavior.
Indeed — Amen to that. Though that reminds me of a quip, a pun of sorts — probably seen in Playboy many moons ago when one might have reasonably said one read it for the articles, long before “Men's” magazines turned into what Hugh Hefner, Himself, called “gynecological gazettes”.
But apparently a woman appeared before a judge on charges of prostitution, speaking of Stormy Daniels …, and the judge, in “his” ruling, “found her wanton” … 🙂
Though one probably needs to be aware of the dated or archaic senses of the word to “get the salt” of the pun:
sexually unrestrained or having many casual sexual relationships (typically used of a woman).
"her cheeks burned as she recalled how forward she had been, how wanton
You ever notice how much torture porn is produced from the process of childbirth?
Men have a horror of the bodily processes of women. Christians could only deal with Mary by coming up with the hilarity of the Immaculate Conception (which was backstoried) and her pregnancy by vapor.
Every cult that's come out of the Middle East has as its central core an obsession with blood and purity and She Who Is Menstruating is rendered temporarily polluted and must be excluded from the normal rites.
Pedophiles like their females un-menstruating and the very best females for the ancient Greeks were beautiful little boys.
I suspect a lot of modern marital dysfunction comes at least in part from having the husband in the labor and delivery rooms where he can't escape the raw messiness of producing children. Some things you just can't unsee later.
Puberty is the ugly stage. It's always been hard to get through and as I've noted to you many times previously, those elaborate, sometimes painful, occasionally fatal rituals that many societies have devised for it served to channel the raging hormones towards the approved path for becoming an adult and a fully validated member of the tribe.
Happy upcoming The Holy Infant Not Produced by Sex Day!
“I suspect a lot of modern marital dysfunction comes at least in part from having the husband in the labor and delivery rooms where he can't escape the raw messiness of producing children. Some things you just can't unsee later.”
Reminds me of a tale, twice or thrice told or no, from my childhood that my own father, Gawd rest his soul, was in the bar, possibly three sheets to the wind, while my mother, Gawd rest her soul too, was in the hospital, in labour, giving birth to me. Maybe because he, having been in WW-II in the artillery — I'm a son of a gunner … 😉🙂 — had probably seen enough carnage to last him a lifetime, and at least had some inklings of what giving birth entailed.
BTW, thanks for the Likes and the Restack. 🙂 I had been a bit apprehensive that the post would have gone over like the proverbial lead balloon, particularly given that I had just garnered some blocks from some fainting Violets, one assumes, for trying to call a spade, an effen shovel. Someone once suggested that “the Truth” is the least popular product on the market these days, and probably at any time.
Betcha I got more blocks/bans than you do! Since I read no progressives on Substack all my blocks/bans are from the tough manly free speech crowd.
Anyway--yes, I'd think anyone who'd experienced the stink and horror of blood and torn flesh would not be eager to have that taint the joy of the birth of one's child.
I did have the now-unhusband with me throughout the process and found being able to grip his hand very comforting, but I doubt the experience was entirely healthy for his already seriously fucked-up self. And since I had no problem demanding that my OBGYN grip my hand during the epidural any hand likely would've done fine. "Thing" might've been a fine alternate choice, when I think about it.
And heck. Some of what you write goes over like a lead balloon for me too, but that doesn't stop me from an overall enjoyment of our comradeliness.
“Thing" might've been a fine alternate choice, when I think about it.
Reminds me of a old advertisement selling underarm deodorants to women which featured a cartoon of a female octopus recommending a particular product. “Her” final comment was something like, “And believe me, I know underarms.” 🙂
And heck. Some of what you write goes over like a lead balloon for me too, but that doesn't stop me from an overall enjoyment of our comradeliness.
Sorry about that chief. 🙂 Still think that too many people have turned words into totems, into magic wands, the waving-about of which supposedly changes reality — “Expecto Patronum!!”, point the wand and say “C-A-T” and a “spell” has been cast turning someone into a cat. 🙂
But agree — 110% 🙂 — on the comradeliness, something of an oasis. Somewhat apropos of which and of our exes, maybe why mine and I are more or less on good terms — we've sort of managed to forgive each other for our own transgressions. Not that that is always possible or easy — reminds me of an Eastwood movie, The Unforgiven, which may have some relevance to this post — maybe another chapter. 🙂
Some things are unforgiveable. It's under stress that anyone's true nature is revealed. I was relieved and grateful about my own, and shocked and disgusted by his. Of course I also remain grateful that he was the instrument by which I was blessed with my life's treasure. Purpose served and noted. That keeps me from any indulgement of the very worst of primitive emotions and that really asks enough of me, I think.
And, well--it wouldn't be a true comradeship if I just liked your stuff out of courtesy. That which annoys me, I ain't, as you know, shy about stating.