If you are based in the US and don’t know it already, today is International Women’s Day. Here in Europe everybody seems preoccupied with sending good wishes to all female acquaintances and with expressing their politically correct opinion on the subject of women’s rights. This is especially true since the advent of social media. Facebook timelines are inundated with cheesy stuff.
Now, let’s think this through.
1. We are called to side with the weak and the needy. Especially victims. Moreover, those who unwittingly fall in the category of victims are suffering an even worse fate.
2. We’ve been accused of “homophobia and transphobia” because we didn’t cheer for the …
Wait! I just realized I invented a Homeopathy Power-up!
Today’s homeopathic remedies are still burdened by this annoying problem… you know that undesired aftertaste of dinosaur and cyanobacteria… stuff that our water has carried within itself for !
You don’t want that to spoil your mood or appetite.
Your average water dose remembers too many things and you run the risk of receiving the wrong cure. Say you wanted a powerful, high-dilution arsenic potion, but for some reason your water was instead reminiscing about that occasion when it went to a mineral spa.
Or maybe you put your hands on a Berlin Wall homeopathic pill (I’m not making this up!) but …
Scene: today we went to Mass in a church that we know but isn’t our parish. All went well, no complaints (oh, how grumpy we pew-critters tend to be at times!): a good priest, a beautiful church full of art.
Before the beginning of the service, while we are already seated, there comes a guy in charge of organizing stuff. The following exchange ensues:
-Anyone wants to read the Readings? The Prayers Of The Faithful?
Moment of indecision. I’m pondering the idea of blurting out the appropriate answer for an occasion like this, one I’ve prepared some time ago.
-I may read a Reading, but…
A telling episode re: animalism, the epidemic of people obsessing about the well-being of animals (especially pets) and treating them like humans.
Yesterday at the beach.
There comes a corpulent woman, I’d say weighing more than 300 pounds, firmly holding in her hand a leash carrying a small dog, about 4 pounds or so. I said she was carrying it because the rat-dog was literally hanging from her hand, suspended like a salami in a butcher shop.
I know, I know. It’s neither polite nor acceptable to comment on other people’s weight issues (plus I’m overweight too!), but in this case she contrasted splendidly with her pedigree doggie.