I hate church committee meetings with an undying passion. Chalice Chick has found the solution that will keep me from killing you all. Required reading for all committee chairs.
How to run a godamn meeting
03.20.05 | Permalink | 2 Comments
Til death do us part
03.20.05 | Permalink | Comments Off on Til death do us part
Last week saw a wide reaching discussion of public execution that started with this post from the Volokh Conspiracy. The short version is that Iran staged a public execution of a serial child molester/murderer, even including the victims’ family members in the flogging and hanging. Volokh—now, with some qualifications—approves of this.
I’d never had strong feelings one way or the other about the death penalty until the father of an OKC bombing victim spoke at my church. His very personal case against the death penalty was that killing Tim McVeigh would not bring his daughter back and that it would eliminate the chance of getting to understand Tim and why he did it. This OKC native started to share his sense of loss upon loss, and when Tim was killed I felt no glee.
But the prospect of a public execution seems to change the equation. Click to continue reading “Til death do us part”
It’s time to play: Let’s start a rumor!
03.19.05 | Permalink | Comments Off on It’s time to play: Let’s start a rumor!
I’m not sure what to make of the reports all over the net today that Condoleeza Rice shaves her junk. It just seems unlikely given her ambiguous genitalia.
Fatwa, dead Pope, and cremains
03.18.05 | Permalink | 2 Comments
A lot went on in the news while MyIrony was down. Here are three stories you might have missed:
- Spanish Muslims declare fatwa on bin Laden. I guess turn about is fair play.
- The 52 funniest things about the upcoming death of the Pope. Folks were fired over this one. Number 22 was funniest: “Mankind scrambles to choose new leader of inflexible, sexually morbid institutional anachronism; heretofore anonymous bureaucrat will instantly be celebrated as world’s holiest man as he travels to AIDS-stricken Africa to denounce the use of condoms.”
- Cremated remains of 3,500 mentally ill found in Oregon asylum. Seems that in many cases, family members never came to pick up the cremains. Due to deterioration, many of the containers can no longer be identified.
Did you miss me?
03.18.05 | Permalink | 6 Comments
First of all, thanks to you all for the kind notes, balloon sculptures, and hookers. You have no idea how much they meant to my wife.
You may have been wondering what happened to MyIrony. Was I kidnapped by facho terrorists? Did the dog eat my website? Had I given up just after I won two UU website awards?
No, yes, and no. Almost, anyway. Truth is, I forgot to renew MyIrony’s web address. It was really a miracle that the site worked as long as it did. And then it didn’t work. But now, thankfully, it works again, which is good because my brain farts have been building up to the neurological equivalent of the world’s worst “Dutch oven” ever. So watch out kids, cause I’ve been eating apricots again.
Since our last meeting, a lot has happened:
- My work hard drive crashed, and I couldn’t find my back up. Whoopsie.
- I turned 31, mastering an entirely new level of old fuckery.
- I switched from Civilization 3 to City of Heroes.
- I threw out my back for the first time.
- My little brother made me an uncle.
- I got the flu.
- I was accepted into a MSW in community partnerships program for the fall.
- I officiated my wife’s sister’s wedding. (If I’d said my sister-in-law’s wedding, you’d have been confused.)
- My best friend made me an uncle for the second time. Sadly, he didn’t name the kid “Catfish” as I’d suggested.
- And Sophie the Wonder Dog graduated from Puppy Kindergarten.
So you can see I’ve had my hands full this past month or so. But I’m back now, and madder than hell or something. In any case, we did appreciate the hookers.
(Oh, and it looks like makingchutney.com might be gone forever, so for now, at least, switch your bookmarks to makingchutney.com. And send las facho terroristas a nasty note for holding makingchutney.com hostage.)
Facho, facho femme
It has long peeved me that in the facile feminist circles I run in stereotypically male behaviors (say, beer and a football game) are routinely derided (or worse) while stereotypically female behaviors pass without a word of judgement. To remedy that situation, I propose a new word: “facho.”
fa-cho (adv.) related to or exemplifying stereotypically female gender roles, often to excess (n. fachismo)
An example of facho behavior is going to scrapbooking camp. A very facho behavior would be saying to a girlfriend who can’t go with you to scapbook camp, “You just come down any day that you can. And you can do anything you want. [insert giggle]”
Fachismo is supported and exploited by various rituals, such as the tupperware party, the Mary Kay party, and showers. If the phrase, “Ooohh, that’s so cute!” is uttered more than two dozen times, then that event is probably facho.
Detractors may point out that “facho” could be derogatory. And to that I say, “Yes, I certainly hope for.” It’s time for liberal middle-class white ladies to quit getting onto liberal middle-class men for acting like middle-class men while condoning their own stereotypical gender behavior. Put up or shut up. And when you don’t, be prepared to be called out as “facho.”
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