On my lunch at work today, I was reading blogs and came across this article:
Atheists Threaten Legal Action Over Nativity Scene
I read the article. Basically, some atheists in Michigan are annoyed that they have to put up with all the Christian mumbo jumbo and simply want to put a sign next to the Nativity Scene saying:
“There are no gods, no devils, no angels, no heaven or hell.
There is only our natural world.
Religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds.”
I am not an atheist, but if you are I am totally cool with that.
So this got me thinking. Why the hell are so many people offended with beliefs? Why the hell are so many people offended by a nativity scene then they are say, the cover of Philadelphia Magazine doting a picture of a woman with a post-it note bikini? That offended me. But I chose not to buy the magazine and just bitch to my boyfriend who surprisingly didn’t get where I was coming from. “Where is this magazine cover, Darlene?”
I don’t care about what anyone believes. Seriously. I don’t care if you believe in God, Sharma, Satan, Jesus or the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.
Since when did religion become more taboo than sex?
Let’s look at it
In our public schools:
There is no more “one nation under God.”
But there are lots of prepubescent girls dressing like the next town whore.
In our media:
I hear words like “faith” “religion” “beliefs” but I can’t remember the last time I heard “God” or “Jesus.”
I see more nakedness, hear more sex-talk and have to look at more cleavage in advertising then I could want to look at in a go-go bar.
At sporting events: and in schools:
We pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.
Waaaitt….. there is something missing. Wasn’t.. God in there? Somewhere?
In the meantime, I get to look at cheerleaders at football games, ballgirls at baseball games, dancers at basketball games and the chicks at the hockey games that come out during the intermission. Has anyone else noticed that more than 10% of the female population these days watches and attends sporting events? I am one of those women, and yet, despite my offense, I watch the games anyway.
Because… it doesn’t freaking matter. I get over it. Like we should. Just get over the fact that the world is not custom tailored to our specific needs. There are going to be things that offend us or make us a little uncomfortable. There will be situations where we have to use common freaking sense and make a choice.
If you don’t like it then …
Don’t look at it.
Don’t buy it.
Don’t drink it.
Don’t read it.
Don’t eat it.
Don’t wear it.
Don’t listen to it.
Don’t praise it.