Things I learned at mass today: The Catholic Church wants to strike a balance between the great moral teachings of the past and the ever-morphing challenges of today’s world. And they mean to do it through empathy and love. But also with strength and perseverance. And I’m cool with that. Also, that the worst kinds of people and experiences are the ones that tempt you toward becoming a hateful little troll who’s lost faith in the good things of the world. And that you should avoid those people and experiences if you can. That said, it is a mistake to confuse people who seek love with the ones who seek your division from the body of Christ, which is what we call it in Catholic land. For example, this kid here does not seek that division and so we should not exclude him from that body. It’s really kind of simple and we make it excruciatingly complicated…
I posed an ethical question to Charles today: if someone offered you $5 million to spout off support for horrible policies that you knew didn’t work and were, in the end, destructive, would you do it? We decided that the answer may require an examination of circumstances; if you, for example, had a very sick child at home and that $5 mill may mean the cure, that’s one consideration. But selling out because you want to vacation in Santorini — and that would be a hard one for me — is pretty gross. Because I’m not sure the immediate and fleeting gratification of the selfish pursuit would be worth the price. But the life of a child might. Anyway, just curious.
Breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast. Carbonara craving.
I can say I have been to several of these places. Still got it. But apparently I need to try the grilled cheese at Stoney’s…?
Heh. Seriously, screw this kid. This is nothing more than self-aggrandizement, pure and unadulterated. And you got caught little Mr. Wannabe. Deal.
You just now figuring this out Atlantic?
Effortless and feminine. Grace. I aspire to it.
Agreed. He’s a nice man. You should all be ashamed of yourselves for being so mean to him for so long…
I went to a birthday party at Penn Social this weekend and all along the walls are huge, iconographic DC images. In one corner stands this. Look it up if you’re unfamiliar. Glorious.
Charles says the sound of Justin Upton’s bat hitting the ball makes him a little weak-kneed.
Oh dear. There are so many things wrong with this woman’s argument I don’t know where to start. But I’ll say this: it’s hilarious to me that she’s become a liberal hero. That just speaks volumes.