In Pants news, it should be said that there is not a lot of news.
I’ve been busy. My life is a series of tweets and not a fully fledged blog entry. I did manage to get to the cinema on the weekend to see Where The Wild Things Are, which was fairly lovely. The wild things were sort of sweet and endearing in their own way. I was like “Ooh, I want to jump in that big pile of cute beastliness and cuddle too!”
*shifty eyes* I promise, I am not a furry!
I do happen to love the song “All is Love” by Karen O & The Kids that’s on the soundtrack. It just makes me freaking happy. Although, it makes me do this oddball stream-of-consciousness Dr Bronner’s soap- like “All is Love/All is Love/All You Need is Love, Love is All You Need/All-One-God-Faith, All-One Or None! All-One!
Speaking of Moral ABCs. A few weeks ago some nice Mormon boys knocked on my door. They seemed decent enough and not horribly scary so I told them they could come in. They talked a little about their religion and I told them a little about my spiritual practice as a Hare Krishna. Usually I get accosted by quite preachy missionary types and I find it off-putting and a wee bit arrogant. These fellows were quite respectful and it was appreciated. I told them they’d be welcome to drop by and say hello at any time, but I had little desire to sign up for a new religious gig.
Fast forward to last week and I get a knock on the door and it was two different missionary types who said that the previous two had sent them. I decided to extend the hospitality and invite these fellows in. They refused and said they were not allowed to enter a home if a woman is there on her own. I told them that it was a bit silly, since they’re a couple of kids and they don’t look at all menacing. Then it hit me, they’re worried about women who are home alone with sordid intentions. Hilarious! Like that ever happens beyond a crappy pay-per-view video nasty!
Wacky stuff! Mind you every religious organisation has weird gender stuff that makes me shake my head.
hahahahhahahahaha!!!! awwwww, that’s sweet.
that reminds me of the time a very sweet, very gay (which i didn’t know at the time, i grew up in a cult, lol) brahmacari gasped, put his chin in his hand and said, “oh, mother remuna, you look so pretty!” (i was wearing a new sari) and i was completely freaked out because i thought he was flirting with me. hahahahhahahahah!!!! which is really funny because i was about 15 and he was probably in his 40′s.
Oh no! That’s too funny! it can so easily get weird if you’re taught that people are basically douches that have zero control over their apparent insatiable lusty bad selves!
Funny story! Poor lil Rati haha and poor gay brahmacari! haha! Good times!