First of all Paul, I don't think Alex was blaming homophobia on religion. It is true that Catholic dogma condemns homosexuality; many other religious dogmas do so as well. Whether or not a Catholic and his or her congregation agree with this part of the dogma is entirely up to them.
As for censorship, Cicero once said something to the effect of, "Though I disagree with what you say, I will defend to the death your right to say it." The only time censorship should be permissable in school, in my opinion, is when the targeted speech directly threatens the safety of the staff and students. It's the old "You-Can't-Yell-Fire-In-A-Crowded-Theater" line. While condemning homosexualty is intolerent and narrow-minded, and using "gay" as a perjorative irks me to no end, it doesn't pose a clear threat to public safety. Sure it's going to hurt someone's feelings, but if we banned all speech with the potential to hurt someone's feelings, I think we'd all be behind bars right now with duck tape over our mouths. But Natalie can tell him he's a piece of crudola and that he should shut up if she wants. Of course, it would be better if she gave rational reasons and logical arguments for why he should shut up. Then again, maybe she should just wack him over the head with a piece of trout.
In other news, I brake for purple polka-doted anteaters!
11.09.2001
posted by Anonymous @ 11:21:00 PM
11.08.2001
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, dear Liza;
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, a hole.
Then take them off, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then take them off, dear Henry, take off.
But then I'd be naked, dear Liza, dear Liza;
But then I'd be naked, dear Liza, naked.
Nothing I haven't seen before, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Nothing I haven't seen before, dear Henry, have seen.
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, dear Liza;
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, a hole.
Come here, dear Henry!
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, a hole.
Then take them off, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Then take them off, dear Henry, take off.
But then I'd be naked, dear Liza, dear Liza;
But then I'd be naked, dear Liza, naked.
Nothing I haven't seen before, dear Henry, dear Henry;
Nothing I haven't seen before, dear Henry, have seen.
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, dear Liza;
There's a hole in my pants, dear Liza, a hole.
Come here, dear Henry!
posted by Anonymous @ 8:11:00 PM
11.07.2001
Ah Joe, you and your silly Latin. Auroras, aurorae, whatever.
Look, a fish wearing green suspenders!
Look, a fish wearing green suspenders!
posted by Anonymous @ 10:15:00 PM
11.06.2001
"Life is like a song, but you don't get to rehearse..."
~From the Buffy Musical
(Err, the computer is in the basement. So is the TV. So is my sister. 'Nuff said.)
~From the Buffy Musical
(Err, the computer is in the basement. So is the TV. So is my sister. 'Nuff said.)
posted by Anonymous @ 9:00:00 PM
11.05.2001
Help, I have ants in my pants!
posted by Anonymous @ 11:16:00 PM
erk. confusion....
posted by Diane @ 8:50:00 PM
11.04.2001
Hehe. I adore the English language. Any langauge that makes such a big distinction between "making love" and "giving love" must be really awesome. :)
posted by Anonymous @ 10:59:00 PM
I will now quote from our dear friend Ruben Abel (Man is the Measure, Chapter 19, Page 214):
"Talking to one's self is like masturbating."
"Talking to one's self is like masturbating."
posted by Anonymous @ 2:07:00 PM