Sunday, April 1, 2007

Bigger Than Jesus


I was trapped in an argument with a good Catholic friend of mine recently.

I should clarify that when I say "good Catholic friend," I mean that she is both religiously active in her Catholicism and a longtime friend of mine (and, a longtime friend of Catholicism too, I suppose). Most of my friends are Catholic, I've never dated a girl who was not Catholic and any religious debates I find myself tangled in, are often doctrine vs. faith arguments with Catholics. I'm unsure the point of this paragraph, but whatever it is, it is probably what also propels me to list all the fruits and vegetables I eat when I'm discussing food with vegetarians.


I rarely agree with anything this particular Catholic friend of mine has to say, as it is not often rooted in rationality. I've been disagreeing with her for nearly a decade now and I can no longer decide if it's because we're so supremely opposite, or if because I get a kick out of bugging her with my devil's advocacy.* Several months ago, we got into a shouting match over Evangeline Lilly's character on the ABC television program "Lost." The strange thing is that we never argue over war, politics, art or even religion, we argue about which girls are desirable,** which movies suck the least and the general merits of television characters. This is usually enough to frenzy us into shouting matches... mostly just me.

* FACT 1: All Catholics hate devil advocacy.

** FACT 2: We both watch 'The Office' and she hates Karen and can't imagine why any guy would go for her over Pam. And while I love Pam, the idea that going for Karen is a huge mistake, seems overly biased and wrong-headed.
She also says Jim isn't all that adorable…

FACT 3: All Catholics hate Jim from 'The Office'


Some nights ago we started talking about "The Da Vinci Code," a film in which I was deeply disappointed (mostly because of Tom Hanks' hairdo). While we agreed that neither the film nor the book are the brilliant masterworks their popularity suggest they should be, we nevertheless managed to find something to bicker incessantly about anyway.

She said that finding a direct bloodline to Jesus Christ would, if it happened in real life, be the most staggering discovery in the history of the world.


And those of you keeping score probably already foresee this as the part where I respectfully (and loudly) disagreed.***

*** Had I known asking her what she thought about "The Da Vinci Code" would lead the following conversation, I would not have asked. I swear to God, I woulda just left it alone. But you can't disagree with Catholics about the importance of Jesus. It's just not smart. They hate that. They all hate that.

FACT 4: All Catholics hate being generalized as one lump mass.


I'm not going to argue that definitive proof that Jesus has heirs wouldn't make the front section of your local newspaper, but it isn't the biggest possible story of the millennium.

She challenged me by asking what would be.


I thought for a moment about the question. Aliens immediately came to mind, but people from far and wide wouldn't line up to find solace in aliens. More than likely, we'd try to kill any alien life forms before we'd seek answers from them.

Who would be comparable to the mythical figure of Jesus Christ? Who else is known by everyone within the confines of large religious sects as a savior, healer and messenger of goodness?

And then it hit me…

Santa Claus.


If Earth found out tomorrow that Jesus Christ had a living bloodline and that Santa Claus as he is known today, exists, we as a mass would be infinitely more effected by Santa Claus.
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**** FACT 5: Catholics love Santa, but not quite as much as Jesus. There's nothing wrong with this, but it does lead to fewer presents under the tree.


V.S.

Think about it.

Jesus was a carpenter in Israel. No one denies that. Even the crazed marauders trying to convince the rest of us that the Holocaust never happened, admit that some dude named Jeshua existed. The details on how he existed and why he existed are still being hashed out among varying religions, but hey, we can all agree he was walking around for 33 years, right? Just finding his bloodline tells us little more than that he wasn't as pious as the Good Book says he was. Frankly, that goes farther in disproving his holiness than if there was no bloodline to be had. And yeah, there was a Saint Nicholas too (although some say Santa Claus is actually based on a Turkish bishop born in the third century who was never actually canonized), but no one assumed that old Kris Kringle flew around with deer, while going on massive breaking & entering sprees once a year.

So what we're comparing here is a bloodline to the person many consider to be the son of God***** or the existence of a man who lives amongst tiny people and has the ability to shape-shift, stunt the space time continuum and fly.

***** According to the Encarta Encyclopedia, the nickname Kris Kringle evolved from the German words for Christ child, Christkindl.

FACT 6: The Germans play by their own rules.


Are we still arguing about this? No question. The existence of Santa Claus would prove that time can be altered and physics would no longer be a required high school course. It would be a novelty for the overachievers, like those kids who take Latin as their language instead of Spanish.
Honestly, would it be more important to know whether Jeshua of Nazareth had sex or that Sinterklaas knows the secret to everlasting life?

I'll put it to you this way, we all know someone who has had sex. How many of you know someone who is never going to die?

For the record, I totally won the argument. By the time we parted ways, she was crying her eyes, bawling like a small baby. It was embarrassing. I think she's a Hari Christna now.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Ashlee Lavigne


Okay, so help me out.

Does Ashlee Simpson have black hair or red? Because I was under the impression she had red hair and ran around with sk8ter punks. But then, I was informed over and over and over again that the sk8ter girl was some Canadian chick. So I looked her up to try and figure out who she was and found out she just released some song about stealing some girl's boyfriend.

But then, that's confusing because she had blonde hair and I wasn't aware blonde hair was an option between these two and I thought the song was about how the singer didn't steal some girl's boyfriend.

Does anyone else find this trend somewhat scary? Maybe I should backtrack and ask whether anyone but me - a 26-year-old graduate student - is even paying attention to either of these girls? It's an honest question and one that warrants serious consideration...

...just not be me.

April Lavigne's record label shockingly misspelled her name as "Avril", which is French for April. Apparently April is from deep Canada where they misspell names in French. Not like Windsor, Canada, which is right next to Detroit... where nuthin' gets spellt right.

Anyway, I think April did, at one point, have red hair. But not now. Now she's blonde. But she's still Canadian. Apparently, there are just some things even record companies can't hide.

Hook noses ain't one of the things record companies can hide either because Ashley,* who apparently has a famous blonde sister, recently sandpapered that sucker down to an angular rock-nub and made her lips puffy. My understanding of the junior Simpson is that she set out to make her mark on the world by being an individual, by stepping outside the norms of social stratas and pop music sensibilities.

This is her explanation for having black hair, wearing ripped pantyhose and a necktie around her band t-shirt...

...Or was that the red headed Canadian? Wait. Which one shot the video jumping up and down on top of a vehicle in public? Oh. They both shot that video, huh? And here I thought their similarities ended at April fitting la-la's into the chorus of "Complicated" while Ashley ingeniously fit la-la's into the chorus of "La La".

I sure do hope these girls are buddies, because these two needles in haystacks have so much in common. Who knew such industry revolutionaries would find their way into the public eye at the exact same moment in time?

This is like the time The Beatles went to Graceland.

But this hair thing, it's confusing. They're both blonde now? Why would two punk-poppers want to go beach bunny on their fans? Surely, there's more to it than the adage about sex selling.

I think to truly understand why one is denying stealing your boyfriend and the other is adamantly attempting to steal your boyfriend, we need to travel back to their childhoods.

Let's look back on 2004.

...Aw forget it. Nostalgia is never accurate. I'm sitting here watching Fergie's new video for "Glamorous" where she pretends that she still zips through Taco Bell drive thrus (in limos no less), like she did in 1994 before she assisted the Black Eyed Peas in selling their souls to the Devil.

I just can't keep up this charade.

I just can't be like Fergie anymore.

Look, I'm not a revisionist, okay? The Beatles and the Byrds existed at the same time. The Beach Boys and Jan & Dean recorded songs together and most people think Bruce Springsteen wrote "R.O.C.K. in the USA." Popular music has been doing all it could to capitalize on something that works for decades.

But what exactly works for these two girls?

I'm asking honestly because, if you haven't guessed by now, both "Girlfriend" and "Boyfriend" have made it onto my regular iPod rotation.

Is it the power chords? Is it April's high-socks or Ashley's hot, hot sister? What is it?

I dislike Candians almost as much as I dislike Texans.**

The Texan looks like any other girl on television these days. Straight nose, puffy nightcrawler lips, shiny blonde hair with the (sneaky) desire to steal your boyfriend. What did you do to Ashley to make her want your boyfriend so bad? She clearly has anger issues and those issues are manifesting into a controlling battle for male companionship.

So that's the Southern fried version of punky power.

The Canuck version consists of basically the same shiny blonde hair, only now with a few streaks of pink, and a less subtle attempt to take your boyfriend away from you. This strategem includes giving you whiplash at the go-kart track, tossing you in the mini-golf lagoon and causing you to tumble in the arcade Port-O-Let.

Now, I'm not sure why these girls hate you so much, but I'm questioning why these ex-boyfriends of yours feel it's perfectly safe to hang around crazy Southerners and Northerners.

Why aren't these boys interested in getting stolen by someone sweet, rather than salty H8er Grrrls (do you like that? I just made that up). These boys should bring home the pop princess that thinks you're beautiful? Y'know the one that says you're beautiful and your face was seen in a crowded place. The one with angels on a subway and stuff...

That was who? Who's Bl...? James Blunt? Who's that?

That was a man singing that song?

James Blunt is a man?

I give up.

Listen to what you want, I don't care.

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* She also misspelled her name. She added a superfluous "e" instead of a "y". Seriously, wasn't anyone spell checking this stuff?

** Sorry Mandy. You know you don't count.