OK, so I have not been posting lately and have gotten a few emails from the coven asking me why I stopped posting on this blog. ErrantPotter is alive and well. I have been cooking a frenzy lately but never found the time to take decent photos for posting. The recipes are archived somewhere and it will surely come up on this site soon. School is taking up so much of my time and I need to nail my clinical training hours before the summer is over. 400 hours to go, and then... whatever! I am itching to register for the chef training and just plow through it for a year, to get it out of my system. Maybe I would end up doing therapy and cooking at the same time. I know it's a stretch but hey, it's a promising modaliy, to explore our deepest thoughts, pains or confusions (knives excluded!).A few days ago, my dear cousin called me and we chatted a bit, and then turned our conversation towards the niece's homework. Little Ms. I attends a private Catholic school in Oahu and has been plowing through a ton of homework since her return from a long holiday. Cousin casually mentioned that she is trying to help little niece in answering her homework, a brief position paper on abortion. Fourth or fifth grader? What the fuck? I was mastering old English fables during my time and unborn fetuses were not common conversation among early 80's grade schoolers. It was more along the lines of TigerBeat. Yeah, I just made an improper disclosure of my (st)age in life!
Now, do not get me wrong. I take no position on the life or choice issue that has bedeviled this society for quite sometime. I leave it up to the individual to determine that. However, I find it a bit offensive to subject pre-puberty girls to ponder on the morality of abortion. Catholic schools, in my personal experience, have not been upfront about the anatomy of the penis and the vagina, much more the wonders of sexual awakening, and how it spurs insight or Catholic guilt in later life. I had to figure out pleasuring myself while awaiting for balls of fire to rain down on me as I experienced the divine revelation called orgasm. Wait, not to get distracted here. As you may have noticed and if you know me well enough, I have not been scarred by my affiliation with Catholicism. To subject little girls to the inappropriate discussion on the morality or immorality of abortion, and yet withhold impartial information on basic sexual education as they reach their teen years is a good and proven formula for sexual dysfunction in later life. The school has accomplished its task of propagating doctrine and inculcating unquestioning faith, but fails to account for its discrepant behavior as a part of a distinct group of believers.
History has witnessed depravity in the cloisters and dark halls of houses of faith, eclipsing those in the skankiest brothels. The dogma of the free will presents a dilemma to any budding faithful. To be molested or assaulted by the figureheads of faith, assign the guilt to being a humble mortal, then leave it up it to a higher power is pure bat crap (no bulls are allowed in the church belfry, only bats!). How do we explain to children that the scandalous behavior of a few among the religious would be enough to keep us from bringing our own to the church. The Catholic church is unable to keep a straight story, and must engage in a thoughtful process of aasessing if its dogma and teachings reflect the evolution of the human spirit. Again, I pick no fights. This is my blog and I am darn pleased to rant about food or faith. Let me know if it unsettles you enough to respond. I am cool with that, too. In the meantime, my advice to little niece: just grit it, nail the homework and then we'll talk about possibilities in faith practice when the time comes. Geez, I never thought moral corruption hiding under the guise of critical thinking would ever be part of the curriculum.
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