Going to Hell For Sure
*Warning* Disjointed, rambling post ahead.I took my sister-in-law to the airport this morning. On our way to Starbucks before the drop off, we passed a truly hideous house. Painted flamingo pink with a red metal roof. I asked SIL what kind of drugs she thought the owners were on that the house didn't make their eyeballs bleed every time they pulled into the driveway. This led to a discussion of some of the other truly bizarre houses in the city, and to E.Spat's comment about the "Hippies. Oh God. The Hippies."
We laughed and I mentioned that I have a neighbor who corrects me every time I say "Oh My God!" with "You mean Gosh." See, no, I don't. Before I moved here, I never - not even once - had anyone correct me on that. Also, growing up as the child of an Atheist, it just wasn't a big deal.
As I told SIL, my dad's signature phrase was "Jesus H. Christ!" (Alternately, "Christ on a Crutch!") Not that I go around saying that, would teach my kids, or think that it's appropriate for "a nice Catholic lady" to say.
But I have to admit, I still always wonder what the "H" stands for.
In the meantime, my parents are still rabid fundamentalists.
And I still can't help but to wince, despite my frothing bitterness toward their religiosity (and the havoc it has wrecked upon my life), everytime my daughters say "oh my god!" in their presence!!
(FYI my daughters are 7 and 8).
"Oh my God" was always fine in our house, but "Shut up" will get your mouth washed out.
A special note to Zuska: Bravo to you! Any belief system that cannot stand scrutiny isn't worthy of the effort it takes to maintain belief.
LePensure
[recovering Catholic, sometimes Agnostic, and mostly agnostic]
Pensure
As I think I've mentioned, I wasn't raised a Catholic, but converted.
The Church that conducted my RCIA class didn't offer a course in Remedial Blasphemy.
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