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Month: March 2015

She comes home from church, she takes off her pants

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By special request — an essay ranting about Christian Rock!

I first encountered Christian Rock when I was 12 years old, right in the middle of a very chaotic thirteenth year. (Yes, I just now realized that the year you are twelve is your thirteenth year. Oooooooooo! Superstitiousness!)

My thirteenth year went kinda like this: junior high; menstruation; zits; hair turning into some kind of extruded strawlike substance about which nothing could be done and which my fellow seventh graders seemed to find the most hilarious and mockable thing they had ever seen; moving a thousand miles away; a different junior high; living with friends of the family and being subjected to an inconsistent patchwork of rules and expectations from two sets of parents right when my adolescent brain was starting to chafe under the notion of adult authority of any kind; a third junior high; my mother’s father diagnosed with lung cancer.

All that, and I was twelve. So, you know, I didn’t really know how to deal with any of it.

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Thoughts on Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

It comes up in this blog quite a bit that I was raised as an evangelical Protestant during the 70s and 80.1  So I was right on the front lines as end-of-the-world fever became an epidemic, and evangelical Protestantism turned into a doomsday cult. I read the Chick tracts and The Late, Great Planet Earth. I read the Reader’s Digest Condensed Books version of Rosemary’s Baby, and the first three chapters of The Omen movie tie-in novel. I giggled over bumper stickers in the church parking lot that proclaimed: “in case of Rapture this car will be unmanned” because didn’t…

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