Easter on The Spearhead: “I hope that our own errant women can follow Mary Magdalene’s example.”
Happy Easter, or what remains of it, for those who celebrate it! (And happy Deep Discounts on Peeps Day to all who celebrate that tomorrow.)
There’s an interesting, er, theological discussion about the meaning of Easter over on The Spearhead. In a short post, WF Price argues that the uppity ladies of today could learn a thing or two from Mary Magdalene:
One of my favorite subtexts of the Easter story is the devotion of Mary Magdalene, who kept a vigil at her Lord’s tomb, and thereby became the first witness to the Resurrection.
I don’t see it as a specifically Christian message, but rather a universal one: the woman, regardless of her background or past, can attain holiness through selfless love and devotion. I hope some day that our own errant women can follow Mary Magdalene’s example.
A nonbeliever with the clever handle fakeemail isn’t convinced:
Once a whore always a whore.
I have no interest for a whore who “saw the light” aka a 30 year old cock-carouseler who is out of options. I want the young woman who was smart enough to never be a whore in the first place.
Evidently MRAs never take a holiday from being dicks.
Posted on March 31, 2013, in all about the menz, alpha asshole cock carousel, antifeminism, debate, disgusting women, misogyny, MRA, the eternal solipsism of the MRA mind, the spearhead, whores and tagged easter, men's rights, misogyny, MRA. Bookmark the permalink. 476 Comments.
@Argenti Aertheri
Ow. Poor kitty
Marie — D’AWW your kitty got cuter!
And it was an adopted barn cat, so I think it’d seen worse (I know I won’t go barefoot around there because damned do nettles hurt!). Also, “adopted”, it kept showing up at my aunt’s and refusing to return to the neighbor’s barn…cats really do pick their humans!
Well, at least it got cuter…I kinda miss my old one XD Oh well, I can always change it back if I don’t warm up to this one.
@Argenti
Art projects are a good reason. Fish tanks at least are usually closed, though that doesn’t keep the cat from striking fear between it’s inhabitants, but art…
My carpet usually had colorful paw prints all over.
Cacti can be dangerous. My sisters cat needed multiple operations and half his back got shaved because he managed to fall on a giant cactus that had barbed spikes.
fear between? Beneath? under?
damn it.
Maybe it wasn’t the cactus’ fault. Same cat also broke his back. Very prone to accidents. Also makes me think that cats can’t possibly have just one life, as he’s still living his.
Aww, poor kitty! It’s cactus has itty bitty thin spikes, so idk if they even pierced Barnie’s paws (Barnie is what happens when you let a 6 year old name a barn cat)
And it’s more that she hides under the tanks, plec does enough scaring that she’s no big deal!
@tomBcat
Ow! You’re poor kitty. ‘
Also, I see you have changed your avatar yet again XD It’s cute.
I wanted to keep the Fucking Godlike Egyptian Tomb Cat(all rights reserved
) but cats!and reasons!
Is it identifiable as a bunny?
Testing my new kitty. I quit using my old one because it looked too much like a bunch of others.
@tomBcat
I think it looks kinda like a bunny. Sort of between cats and bunnies. Idk if that makes sense
@clairedammit
This one looks very interested
@TomBcat.
IMO, it looks like a bunny. An adorable bunny whose nose you want to bop!
It’s a bunny made with a cat generator, so that makes perfect sense
Is it a b(o)uncy then? a catbit?
bunkitty?kittabun?
cabit XD I like that one.
@Fade
yay! Adorable and bopable nose, then it looks just like my bunny! Success!
TomB, it does look like a bunny now that you mention it. Dust bunnies at my house are made primarily of cat hair, so we call them cat bunnies. Now I need to try not to think of vacuuming when I see your avatar.
It looks like a bittie (bunny-kittie?) Or a bitten (bunnie-kitten.)
In other news, squittens! http://th03.deviantart.net/fs12/PRE/i/2006/296/2/f/A_Squirm_Of_Squittens_by_Sheana.jpg
I also hope you won’t think of me whenever you see a ball of cat hair…
Octopussies!
sqeee! (I know, no octo there)
I like bitten. And catbit. Can’t decide.
A ball mostly made of hair is a pretty accurate description of my pet in any case.
OMG it’s the Fucking Godlike Egyptian Tomb Bunny!
TomBcat, did you see the pic I put up of Mads doing her Egyptian Goddess on Barge impersonation? I took this photo last night and thought of you.
http://i.imgur.com/y9b9nmd.jpg
She’s lovely! And does a great impersonation.
how do you call tricolored cats?
I love those, my Jenny <3 was one and they're considered lucky cats!
There are no digital pictures of her, however. I’ve got one of the bunny, but it’s a bad one and she’s in her cage really mad at me because I had to shorten her claws…
but anyway
http://i.imgur.com/wOi8vBJ.jpg?1
@ TomBcat
The redeye adds to her mad atmosphere. XD But she is still, of course, adorable.
Satanic Bunny! :O
We’ve had quite a few discussions of what tricolour cats are called! The names vary. I call Mads a tortie-tabby, ‘cos she has both (mostly she’s a tabby, but there are a couple of spots where her brownish colour breaks out in ginger, hence the tortie bit). Strictly speaking according to my bff-the-vet-and-fantasy-writer-from-LA she’s a tortie-tabby-and-white, ‘cos tortie is just the ginger and black combo. I think torties-and-white get called calico cats in the US, and katz told me Maddie’s type are sometimes called torbies, which is quicker to write, lol.
Even with her evil look, she’s still unbelievably fluffy, even for a lionhead.
We just call them Farmers Cats.
Funny, I don’t know what they’re really called over here, either
Mine had exceptionally bright red patches, black patches, white tummy and paws, with some tiger stripes and the face similar to Mads’. When I see cats like Maddie, I miss her (but in a warm and fuzzy sort of way…)
Torby sounds nice
OT Mr K and I had another fine day of gardening yesternight. I didn’t get any memories, but he gave me a glimpse (it’s really strange seeing myself from his PoV). He was planting a rose bush and I was enthusiastically and energetically turning soil with a fork. That’s never happened on this side of the veil, and even had I been a gardener in years past, it wouldn’t know, ‘cos OW. I’m enjoying being fit over the other side, lol. The nice part was sharing his feelings - he was enjoying watching me. I told him he wasn’t concentrating on his work and he admitted the charge.
When I asked if we had any feline or canine help with the digging he said NO, quite loudly, if a loud mental voice makes sense. After Q’s efforts last year, I can’t say I’m surprised he’s been banned!
The fluffiness is part of the trap! Same with kitties.
I keep thinking of that episode from The Goodies (1970s English satire/comedy) where they sent rabbits to the moon, and one of them became a megalomaniac with ideas about taking over the world. He was called Big Bunny. He wasn’t as fluffy as Satanic Bunny but he was white …
Whoot! Found the whole episode buried in the depths of youtube. Bill and Tim get captured by the rabbits at about 13.00. The story turns to a rabbit-themed parody of Clockwork Orange after that - the Transistorised Carrot.
A loud mental voice makes perfect sense. Especially when I’m very tired and daydream a little, a mental voice can get so loud it’s like someone just yelled right next to me…
It’s not the same, but an example of how voices that aren’t physical can metaphorically make my ears ring.
Oh hey, I know this!
Not sure why and where from.
That is loud!
yeah right?
About the rest of the post, I’m not sure if I was addressed, as I know nothing about your relationship (except one troll trying to make it look not consensual and the brilliant take down afterwards and what little I read on your blog so far) and I also don’t want to violate any boundaries and this sentence had an end somewhere, but I got lost and didn’t bring a map.
LOL!
I was just throwing in an OT bit of randomness, so anyone’s welcome to answer (or not, whavevs) - even trolls since it means they get EATEN, heheheh.
Don’t worry about boundaries when it comes to Mr K and me - I trust you to ask stuff in good faith if at all, and I’m quite open about us. Hell, I keep telling the boss he should be paying Mr K to be here and he just says he would if he could get any work out of him.
Thank you for looking at our blog, too!
Well, of course! I love that so many here share their links and I can get a glimpse into who I am talking to! (or at least get a better look at their avatar
)
The boundary-worries aren’t so much because of your kind of relationship but about relationships in general.
But now I don’t know what I wanted to ask anymore…It’s always the same. I have a 1000 questions, but given the opportunity to ask them, they make a run for it.
That sounds like a case of CRS syndrome … Can’t Remember Shit. I have it soooo bad.
You’ll probably remember at least 500 of those questions the moment you turn off the computer.
If you ever want to ask something you don’t think’s suitable for here, feel free to leave a comment or ask for my email on my blog. The comments are all modded, so nothing you write goes public unless I let it MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE POWER.
::laughing along, nervously::
You know, like the movie henchmen…
I wouldn’t know anyway, questions tend to get very general. I’m just going to read some more. I don’t know anyone else who has a relationship like yours (with a deceased french poet, if I got that right so far), but I guess there won’t be that much difference to other relationships anyway. Besides, that’s what I always ask anyway, partly because none of my relationships seemed to be alike.
On the other hand, there are only a few important things to ask, like if one is happy (or if they’re not, whether this is the thing they want to do anyway)…the only selfish question I have is: You say you tell your boss about it; how do you get others to respect it(given there ever was any difficulty)?
Sometime poet and full-time king, back in the day!
It’s funny about getting people to respect it. The boss is pretty open about the afterlife, I think; he’s not religious but from what he says he doesn’t disbelieve in the idea either. I think he respects me enough to not care one way of the other, and I talk about Mr K pretty much as one would about stuff one does with one’s spouse anyway. You should see how many pics of him I have on my walls, lol. In fact some idiot customer said the other day (loudly enough that I could hear her) “Who’s the third musketeer in there?” - how fucking rude is that, peering into someone’s office and asking about obviously personal stuff? But the boss just said “Louis XIII of France” and walked away to leave her in her stew of stupidity. Ha!
Mostly people are open to it, or have the good manners not to try stuff on, ie. the fundy “He’s a demon!” or the trollish “You’re delusional!” tricks. I don’t know if you saw it, but a few weeks back I was asking about making my psychiatrist back off, because he was pushing the idea that Louis’s not real a little too hard. He wasn’t doing it maliciously, and he’d already said some time before that with beliefs, his attitude is simply “does it help or harm?” and he knew the answer to that. He was just on shrink autopilot, I think, lol, and dropped it when I said I wasn’t happy with it.
The really funny thing was my sister’s attitude. I’d always assumed she was atheist or didn’t really think about it. But no, she’s had her own contacts across the veil (her dog Lucy, who passed over a few years ago) and reads our blog.
She’s the one who pointed out that Bruce Springsteen looks a lot like Louis, so you can thank her for the endless stream of heavily photoshopped pics!
What I didn’t get around to saying was that my attitude IRL these days is mostly “Like it or lump it!”
I would never have noticed the similarity between Springsteen and Louis without your pictures, but now it cannot be unseen!
Cool, I wondered how you do them!
When I first clicked on your blog I assumed your partner just looked a lot like Louis XIII and maybe thought of himself as his reincarnation, and that you sopped yourselves into nice backgrounds.
I don’t believe in an afterlife, but I don’t think that’s a good reason to dismiss a relationship.
There was a tv show on for one season that touched the subject of different approaches by psychiatrists on experiences they can’t know to be illusions or real…what was it called?
(it was mostly a thriller, but the way it was handled was still fascinating).
There’s always the possibility a relationship is harmful, I think whether it is real isn’t even important to determine that. So I don’t quite get why a psychiatrist would want to push the matter.
Even a relationship that I know for a fact doesn’t exist in reality can still be very real(if that makes any sense to you).
“I would never have noticed the similarity between Springsteen and Louis without your pictures, but now it cannot be unseen!
”
::evil laughter:: I shall have to tell my sister that!
One of my girlfriends said she was looking at a Springsteen interview on telly and it weirded her out a bit, having seen (and drooled over, ahem) so many of Mr K’s pics.
On reincarnation, I don’t believe in it, and Louis’s never said anything to suggest it’s a thing - just the opposite, as far as he knows.
With the beliefs good/bad, it wasn’t so much the matter of a relationship my psych was talking about, as beliefs in general. It was a utilitarian sort of thing: does this belief cause harm to the person who has it, or to others? Or does it give support, happiness and so on? My psych realised very quickly (I practically said it in words of one syllable) that my relationship with Louis is totally positive; I’m in a much happier place than I was seven-odd years ago. The first reason I wanted him to stop prodding was because I’d already told him I’ve considered whether it’s real or not. Even if it wasn’t (and I have enough independent validation to say it is) it’s how I intend to live, because I’ve lost nothing and gained a great deal. The second reason is that this isn’t what I’m paying the psych for!
Even if it is just a general thought experiment, I think it can still feel very personal. When people do that I tend to get the impression that they are actually trying to suggest something(which is often the case) very carefully.
Besides, whether it would be harmful can only be decided case by case anyway.
I just thought it was weird to wonder if the relationship is real. What difference does it make to the shrink(relating to treating you) or anyone for that matter whether the relationship takes place in the physical realm or somewhere else?
It still takes place. It has effects. Even it it happens only in the mind, it is still happening there. That’s like saying feelings or thoughts aren’t real.
Well, it wasn’t his fault for asking, initially. I brought Louis into the conversation while we were doing all the background stuff, because he is a major part of my life (the major part would be more accurate) and no way was I going to not mention him. I mentioned the real/not real to make it clear that yes, I have considered the possibility - hell, I’ve had years of considering it! - so the psych would know exactly where I’m at. I wanted everything laid out very clearly. It wasn’t so much “is the relationship real” as “is Louis real”.
BFT (Blockquoted For Truth)!
Didn’t mean to hold it against your shrink, just so you know. You go to him for a reason, I assume.
It was more or less a general observation on how these things get usually treated, even though people are allowed to have a very real relationship to their god(if it is a popular one) without someone questioning it. Some conclude that belief is generally delusional and harmful, I think that conclusion just shows laziness.
I’m very happy about the BFT! <3
You probably have much more actual experience about this subject, so naturally your opinion on this is very important to me.
It always makes me so glad when more knowledgeable people think I said something worthwhile…
*is a little proud
Oh no, I didn’t think you were holding it against the psych, that’s fine.
I’m seeing him about a specific stress trigger, this was all just part of the background stuff. He’s a good bloke, actually, very easy to talk to. Plus he has a gorgeous cat I got to meet at his rooms, and a different kitty invaded one of our sessions at the GP’s clinic. Bonus!
BFT x 2
awww, *blushes*
Also, therapy that has the possibility of visiting cats is so much more relaxing (that also goes for school, work and the local stores
)
So true!
Back in ’89 my mum and I spent six weeks in London, mostly staying in a flat in Pimlico. We discovered that one of the streets leading to the local shops had LOTS of kitties living in it, so we went that way all the time for pets and cuddles. We were missing our own babies something terrible.
First time I ever saw Louis laugh - like, head-thrown-back laugh - was when I’d petted every kitty in the neighbourhood on the way home, and missed the tram because of it. I said OH FUCK and he burst out laughing. That’s the day he started counting us as married rather than courting, coming up six years ago.
I get that. I missed school because I met a hedgehog. I was stuck in a small town once (missed the last train) because a three legged cat had followed me all the way and she was so sweet I had to wait for her (she looked well fed but was so clingy that I worried she had no home and didn’t know what to do).
The first time to see someone really laugh freely is very special, so it seems a great point in time to consider a relationship as having taken a new step.
I already said good night, but anyway, over here, once more, night Kitteh!
Oh, of course badmothuing real women isn’t enough for Spearhead Commenters, they have to get in on bashing fictionalized ones, too.
Fucking MRAs…
Hedgehog and kitty!
I hope you were able to get accommodation for the night in that small town.
The funny part was with the date was that I didn’t think of us as married for months afterward. He hadn’t said anything ‘cos he didn’t want to pressure me - oddly enough I was a tiny bit anxious when I started thinking of us married, not knowing him so well then and wondering if he’d have any hold-overs from his seventeenth-century-king’s take on marriage. He didn’t, of course. So we have two “married day” anniversaries plus one “marriage marker” anniversary - basically a dress up and say “Hey y’all, look, we’re married” day with the family across the veil. He proposed sometime after that and I got an engagement ring a few weeks ago.
Yes, I had a friend there
I think it’s pretty normal to be a bit worried when the other one is basically from a different culture.
I always feel bad when I think that way, on the other hand there can be some hang ups.
SEA BEASTIES!
(Oh god, I thought we were over that conversation!)
Falconer has a cute black kitty!!!!!
When I first saw the post, I thought to myself, “Didn’t Mary Magdalene hang out with Jesus and the Disciples? And learn from Jesus himself? And kept a vigilant watch over his tomb? And is thought to have written a Gospel?”
I am not a practicing Christian, but I know I learned about her in the Lutheran schools I went to in grade school. But I know plenty of people would shoot me down saying I am making stuff up or mucking up the story :/.