Major (ish) controversy going on in the house tonight.
My niece Kel went away on holiday with her Nananana and now she's been converted to Catholic Christianity. And she's being told to do this communion thing and drink Jesus's blood and stuff.
WHY, GODS, WHY?
I wouldn't mind, I really wouldn't, but Kel is just a child. She's only just seven years old now, and.. ugh. People should be allowed to choose their own paths, and I know they've all been talking about it over her beautiful blondy head.
I have nothing on religion. I just worry that Kel'll get all influenced and opinionated like I've seen with sooo many other children. I've met friends of Cleo's who were raised to believe that 'Playing pretend is like lying', 'silence is golden' (fair play.. but not for a child!) and it's just sad.
I'm not blasting religion. Absolutely not. Everyone can do as they please and (hopefully) be happy that way. But imposing a massive religious... thing.. on a seven-year-old is a low blow.
On a lighter note.. I have a companion piece to go with this rant:
"You don't have to be a six-footer
You don't have to have a great brain
You don't have to have any clothes on
You're a Catholic the moment Dad caaaaame..!"
Monty Python - Every Sperm Is Sacred.
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Remember that time when Homer took a baptism to the face for Bart? This is nothing like that.
By Nicole on Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Tags NaBloPoMo - September, Religion, Rugrats
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