“Like the old Fascism, the new Fascism comes wrapped in the strident language of identity politics and tribalized victimhood. Unlike the old Fascism, however, the new Fascism is hip, stylish, immensely entertaining and powered by thousands of server farms and billions of microchips. I call it eFascism, and define it simply as the religion of the state in 21st-century digital America.”
Maybe you thought it was going to be easy going to college in a new town with new people, and keep your faith intact. Maybe you were wrong.
I was careful at first. I said Mama had rules. There weren’t a lot of rules but they were important to follow because Mama knew best about these sorts of things. I told her Mama is good but Mama can be hard.
The difference between your paradise and mine is that mine cannot be lost.
Moments come and go – appreciate them. Your life is like a river.
I think about what my definition of God is these days. The gentle and undeniable feeling that the unfathomably omnipresent and omniscient entity we understand as God comes into our lives through whatever avenues are going to work.
I was first introduced to the notion of menstruation like any good Catholic girl usually is: half-naked, with the fear of God instilled in me.
Pilate’s complicity in Jesus’ death is often situated in history between cowardice and dilemma.
When it came to our bodies – our delicate vessels – conservatism was the ultimate goal. Sex? Never before marriage. Masturbation? Merely a sinful temptation that we must stray away from in order to keep ourselves pure. Reproductive rights? Don’t even get me started. Sins, undoubtedly.
Being an atheist never meant much to me until I really got to know the alternative.