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Why The Feminist Movement Needs Me

Feminist.  Equality. Two words that should be much simpler than they are.

Feminist.  Am I one?  Yes, but I wasn't sure for a while.  I'd hear the word and make about a hundred different associations, some good, some bad, all contradicting each other.  Some women championing the cause were brilliant and strong, and had beautiful ideas.  Others sounded whiny and entitled, or seemed to undermine the very thing they were supposedly standing for. You know, the women who get mad when men open doors for them- like, obvs you can open a door on your own, I get that.  If the man doesn't get that, he's the one who looks like a weakling (in the brain), not you.  If he is a sane human being he probably opened the door as a gesture of respect.  Isn't respect what this movement is about?

Equality.  What does that mean?  I hear it used interchangeably with "sameness."  Women want the same educational opportunities, the same wages for the same work.  I'm getting my …

Loved and Lost (What I've learned about love part 3)

"I hold it true, whate'er befall;          I feel it, when I sorrow most;          'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all." (Alfred Lord Tennyson,  In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27)

Love is never a mistake. I do not believe in a God who limits himself when he loves, so I should not limit myself when I love.  Love, the real kind, is infinite because it has as its source the infinite God. There is no way, in any situation, to love someone "too much."  But often I'm tempted to beat myself up for loving someone who didn't love me back, or loving someone more than they love me.  When you love and you lose, you not only have to get over the heartbreak.  Sometimes you feel a sickening guilt as well.  Those sickening feelings usually make me suspicious.  When God is behind something, there's a certain element of peace or conviction, even if you feel guilty.  The kind of guilt I'm talking about is the other kind, t…

Nice Guys Finish Last

I go to community college now.  For those of you who, like me, were/are homeschooled, let me give you a quick rundown.  You have to actually sit in a classroom next to other people.  Other people will be everywhere when you're walking around campus, and guys smitten by your beauty and unaware that you didn't go to school and therefore are completely and hopelessly awkward may try to approach you in the library.  And even if you can avoid those near occasions of socializing...there are these things called GROUP PROJECTS. You can't escape.  Eventually someone will find you. Fear them.

Oh how I love sarcasm.

I have found that my many new friends typically all have the same reaction to finding out I was homeschooled: "What? No way! I thought you went to, like, a regular school!" "Wow, I always thought homeschoolers were awkward and stuff but you're really normal!" Even if they don't say it, their faces give it away and I can plainly hear it going th…

For My Ladies

It's almost midnight, and I should really be going to bed.  But I suddenly felt very strongly that I should write to my girls.
I don't know if I can tell you anything you haven't heard before.  You know you're beautiful.  You know God loves you.  You know that He wants to give you the best.  If you're like me, you've probably heard that so many times that it doesn't move you when you hear it anymore.  Those phrases are among the top Christian cliches.

And maybe you feel guilty that you don't feel anything when you hear that.  Or maybe you roll your eyes and try to hide your frustration because you need something to comfort you and it just seems too simple- sure, it's something that would be nice to believe if you weren't wise enough to suspect it's  meaningless, like every empty promise that's been made to you.  Maybe the people who tell you how much God loves you are failing at love themselves, and seem fake and affected and prideful.  …

Letter to the Next Great Saints

Dear Eva, Maya, Sarah, Lucy, Jacob, James, Sam, and Michael (and anyone else who honors me with their readership):

I think all of you are making pretty big transitions this year: whether you're finally graduating high school or exploring new territory in the college world.  Usually, big transitions mean you're about to learn and experience a LOT of new things.  Join the club.  I'm really excited because at our age we meet so many new people that we have the opportunity to make a big impression on the world around us.  I think we can all agree that the world could use some change for the better, and God has chosen us- the pressure is on!  Brothers and sisters in Christ, I'm really blessed to have all of you in my life to remind me I have support and I should be unafraid. We've got all this unknown life ahead of us and that makes the temptation to fear very strong...especially when I think about Papa Francis' exhortation to "evangelize."  It's such …

Less Of A Theory, More of A Love Affair

Believing in anything is kind of strange.  As the human race, we pride ourselves on being reasonable.  We are the smartest creatures we know of.  And we know a lot.  We've proved (or at least made educated guesses about) almost everything we need in order to explain the world around us.  We've established incredible scientific and psychological theories. I think in our world today, and especially as a college student in academia, the mind is idolized.  Many forces fight to occupy our thoughts, and then we think to figure out which ones are important.  To "take something on faith" is a risky business which is to be avoided when possible.  And we get told that our hearts are really dumb sometimes and that love is blind, so we try to rule everything via the brain. 

So...what is the heart doing there? Why do we need it? Why do we feel things, and why are we unhappy when we don't feel, when we experience emptiness or indifference?
We have both a head and a heart, and…

My Beautiful Mamas

This is the second Mother's Day where I've been caught off guard.  At Mass, Father starts his little speech about honoring mothers...and grandmothers...and then, surprise! Godmothers! Oh yeah, that's me!  So weird.  I'm technically a "mother."  Hmm.
This is also the second Mother's Day since I made my Marian consecration, and since I had fewer family obligation than usual, I got a chance to thank my heavenly Mama for her influence.
She didn't give birth to me, I've never seen her in person, but she's still my "mother." That's weird too, right?

Ok how about this one?  Religious sisters, who give up having children of their own, live in a "motherhouse" and answer to "Mother Superior." Crazy.

I guess a lot more than biology goes into the role of a mother.  It's something deeply spiritual, and I think it's part of every woman's calling.  What is motherhood, then?  

Mothers are so many things, but I&#…


Don't you hate it when you're looking forward to something, you get your hopes up, and somebody lets you down?

They expected a King, and they got a criminal.  Or so they thought.
Thousands of years ago, God promised the Jews that he would send them a Messiah from the line of David, someone who would free them from bondage.  When the Roman empire oppressed them, they felt sure the time had come and that He would finally come through.  The extremist Zealots would cause uprisings in their anticipation, and they got enough attention that Pontius Pilate, the Roman prefect was worried. So worried that he was willing to let a carpenter from Nazareth, who preached in the temple, die between two thieves...just to calm the crowds.
 A lot of people rejected Jesus, because he wasn't the Messiah they drew up in their heads.  He was a carpenter, not a prince.  He taught peace, not violence.  He hung out with tax collectors and prostitutes and dissed the Pharisees, who were supposedly d…