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Monday, October 17, 2011

How Noah killed grandpa

The day before yesterday, sadly, I did not have my Hebrew class I usually have every Sunday. This is tragic, because I love that class and Hebrew in general - I'm a big language nerd, and luckily that entails that I pick up languages easily. I already knew some of the Hebrew alphabet, since I've been trying to learn (admitted half-assedly) for years, but this class is REALLY paying off during services, since the Siddur does not provide transliteration for a number of the prayers and songs. And I love singing along.

I did have my Intro to Judaism class, which is very interesting and this week covered Jewish and Biblical history. I always loved learning about that at school - it's fascinating how at a certain point myth and history collide and the Bible gradually gains a degree of historically verifiable fact. Maybe one of the reasons why I love the Old Testament is because it is essentially a mythology - a heap of stories in vaguely chronological order, which may or may not have happened, and which carry some sort of message.

The Rabbi said that some Jews have tried to read what we know about the origins of earth and people into the Bible - 'yom', or 'day', then, does not literally mean day, but can stand for an entire era, which would mean the world was created in six phases, not six days. I quite like that idea, maybe because I am a structuralist by nature and maybe because it is an intelligent alternative for creationism (which I have zero patience for - come on now, guys... the earth is only four thousand years old and people rode dinosaurs, amirite?), but in the end, it doesn't matter. The Bible does not accurate represent the actual origins of the earth because it was written thousands of years later, and I like a religion that can acknowledge that. It does not take away the morals and ethics we may find within this ancient text and apply to our current-day lives.

I also learned last Sunday that while Noah was all a-okay on his Ark, his grandpa was actually also still alive, but apparently not invited because according to my Rabbi's calculations, he died that same year, presumably in the flood. Poor grandpa.

It was an interesting class.


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Gay marriage and the religious argument.

Gay marriage is a big issue for me, for a number of reasons, not all of which directly affect myself. It is legal in the country where I'm from, but not in the country where I currently reside, which is the US. And I will now proceed to rant about that.

First of all, let us get the following out of the way: there is no good secular argument against gay marriage. None. You can argue that 'gay people cannot have children', and then I can tell you that hey, they do. Gay people have children all over the place. There are millions of gay couples raising children right this instant, and raising them well. There is no good, secular reason why two adult and willing individuals who want to build a home together, take care of one another and potentially raise children, should not receive the government's blessing unless they are a man and a woman. Their genitals do not decide their ability to raise a child or their ability to love one another. Science has proven this - and even if it hadn't, common sense has.

Most arguments used against gay marriage therefore are religious - and religious arguments on this issue make zero sense. I am not going to add 'in my book', because this is the case in the 'book' of everyone who has a head on their shoulders.

Be a Christian, but please remember that Jesus was a brown-skinned Jew who would be ALL FOR socialized healthcare. Hey, Christian right-wing, let me tell you something: JESUS WOULD NOT BE ON YOUR SIDE. If Jesus were here today, he would be ashamed of the way half of this country votes for people who perpetuate hatred against people of different races, religions and sexual orientations. Jesus would be all for socialized healthcare, Jesus would be all for gay marriage, Jesus would be all for taxing the rich. Because that is what Jesus was all about! I'm not even a Christian and I know enough about the New Testament to see that.

Where do you get the idea that Jesus would hate the gays? What part of the New Testament tells you that? Is it the part where he takes up for a Samaritan lady? Is it the part where he makes friends with tax collectors, or where he saves an adulterous woman from stoning? All prime examples of intolerance right thar, guys! Good job!

I know there are many nice and sensible Christians, by the way: some of my best friends are. And I know there are bigots in every religion, even in Judaism. But this country is ruled by Christians, and they're not doing a grand old job at it, so sadly they are the main group of people I am talking about here. You know, the people who think two old ladies who have been together fifty years should not be able to visit each other in the hospital. The people who believe that if a fourteen-year old is raped by her father and gets pregnant, she should totally have the baby, even if her own life is in danger. The people who believe that if you can't pay your mammogram, you're just gonna die of breast cancer, as well you should. You know, the crowd that is pro-life. Pro-their own lives, anyway.

And you know - even if Jesus, or Mohammed, or Moses, or the fucking BUDDHA were a massive, crazed gay-hater who spent his entire life throwing pointy objects at anything pink and sparkly, even then the religious argument would make zero sense. BECAUSE PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE TO BE RELIGIOUS. This country was founded at least in part on religious pluralism - in short: if you do not believe your religion justifies gay marriage, then do not get gay married. You still have your 'get into heaven free' card. It's just the gays that don't. And you don't want to see those there, anyway.

Also - don't give me the 'hate the sin, love the sinner' crap. Homosexuality is not a sin. Gay people are not sinners. If you think so, you are wrong.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Judaism

The truth of the matter is, I have always, to some extent, wanted to be a Jew.

That idea in itself is odd to me, since I have never been one of those God-people. I seriously can only deal with so many capitalized pronouns - He, His, whatnot. I don't capitalize pronouns because I believe in grammar and because I believe that if there's a supreme being out there, he/she/it most likely has bigger and better things to care about than whether or not I capitalize pronouns when referring to him/her/it. It sounds obnoxious, maybe I am obnoxious, but it always sort of irked me. To each their own, etc etc - but that's a rule I follow pretty badly, as you can tell, since I am all: my judgement, let me tell you it.

My point is simply, though, that I am a little bit terrified of organized religion, which may be in part because I am a rational being and in part because I am a cynical bitch who likes to be contrary - and in all honestly, in part because I grew up in a country that is largely secular these days, but that used to be very strongly Catholic and still bears the scars. I don't think everyone who is Catholic is evil and all Opus Dei fifties-style brainwashey. I don't even think every Catholic priest is a crazed child molester. I do however think that when one religious organization becomes too powerful in a certain locale, it can do horrible things - and since religious organizations derive their power from something that is super-human (as in, above human understanding), they are extra dangerous in that regard, since they can easily terrify great numbers of people into obedience.

But anyway, so far for conspiracy-theory paranoia. I have always wanted to be a Jew, and that is odd for yet another reason: I didn't grow up around any Jews. At all. I am from a small, European country, and whereas the larger cities do have a number of Jews (many of them Chassidic, but there are Reform Jews around as well, and there's at least one temple), I'm from the countryside where there is little religious variety: everyone is technically a Catholic by birth, but people are largely secular and religion is not much of a blip on most people's radar. I went to Catholic schools and there, especially in high school, I was given some background on Judaism and its holidays (we had pretty in-depth classes on non-Christian religions, which I am grateful for), but it was all very theoretical, since there were no actual real-life Jews around to celebrate Sukkot, or Purim, or Rosh Hashana. I learned what these terms meant - I had to memorize them for an exam at some point in my highschool life, I'm sure - but I didn't know what they were like in practice.

And yet I've always been drawn to Judaism, even back when the only Jews I'd ever encountered were Anne Frank and some chassidim I saw, even if I didn't actually 'meet' them, on a train when I was little. I was fascinated by the holocaust, but not in a morbid sort of way - I wanted to know about these people's lives, not particularly about their deaths, because they were the only point of reference I had to Judaism, if that makes sense - I wanted to know about how they lived before the War, and afterward. When I was fifteen, I bought a book to learn Hebrew, and though I never quite got somewhere, I worked on the alphabet for a while. I have always been fascinated with the Bible, in an academic way, but it was always the Old Testament that fascinated me, rather than the New: a religion teacher I once had, a dear, dear religion teacher, once referred to it as a library of stories, and that's how I saw it and why I appreciated it.

I have a childhood, a youth, of being a little bit Jewish at heart in a variety of ways. I never thought actually converting was an option, maybe because I didn't realize people COULD convert to Judaism. But there you go, you live, you learn.


A Lady of Chance

I'm bad at blogging - I'm really bad at blogging. Or at least, I've become bad at blogging - my teenage self seems to have had no problem keeping up a regular schedule on LiveJournal. But LiveJournal makes my brain cry (on a purely aesthetic level) by this point, so Blogspot it is.

I'm unsure what I want to say here. Currently, there are two major things going on in my life: one is my PhD, which I am in my second year of, and one is my Reform Jewish conversion. One is something I always sorta kinda expected to be involved in at one point - and one comes as a complete surprise. I always knew I would at least attempt to get those two letters - Dr. - in front of my name: it happens when you have more than average intelligence and a love for learning from a very young age. I never knew that I would one day, willingly, try to join an organized, or, if that is a bad word, an established and traditional religion. But here I am, and both things are going on, and I want both very much - and I also want to survive both with my sanity intact.

So there you go.