You Go, Girl
Articles like this used to make me mad. Now they make me chuckle. Kentucky woman ordained as priest in defiance of Roman Catholic Church. The woman, the writer, the people interviewed: all clueless, yet all cocky in their ignorance (ignorance is always cocky . . . which is probably why I’m so arrogant). My favorite line from the article: “During the communion service, Smead and other woman priests lifted the plates and cups containing the sacramental bread and wine to bless them. A woman in the audience murmured, ‘Girl, lift those plates. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.'”
I also liked the time-worn line that woman aren’t going to take orders from a bunch of “octogenarian” men. The new “priest” is 70. I guess she feels like she needs to use that line as often as possible while she still can.
Believe it or not, I like this: Jesus is ‘The Original Hipster’ says Brooklyn Catholic Diocese.”
Since the beginning of April, the organization has put up ads reading “The Original Hipster,” depicting a robed man wearing red Converse sneakers, throughout the New York City boroughs of Queens and Brooklyn — including the dive bars and coffee shops of Williamsburg, widely considered the Holy Land of East Coast hipsterdom.
Professor Charles Rice always maintained that you don’t need to wear sandals to be counter-revolutionary. You just need to be a good Catholic. I’ve always agreed with him (well, since taking his jurisprudence class when I was 23). I once started a handful of essays about the Catholic Church’s cultural awkwardness. I’ll have to see if I can dig them out of the bowels of my C drive.