Friday’s Praise: Catholic High School Enforcing Catholic Morality

A Catholic high school in Nowhere, Pennsylvania is requiring prom dresses to be pre-approved before girls can purchase their tickets. While they seem to be doing this on short notice, ultimately it is a step in the right direction. Or rather, a step back in the right direction.

School Days

I remember homecoming week in high school and the slutty costumes over half the girls would wear. One day the cheerleaders even came dressed as playboy bunnies—at the encouragement of the cheerleading coach.

My friends and I were horrified at the way they dressed. Not just the cheerleaders, but most of the girls in school. I told them, “If I were a girl and tried to go outside dressed like that, I’d be in a convent the next week, and we’re not even Catholic.”

Even my player friend said, “I think it’s trashy and terrible, sure, but I’m not complaining.”

Good Job, Delone Catholic High School

Kudos to Delone for enforcing their morality in a day when Catholic schools often outright abandon it. Catholicism today is among the worst offenders in Christendom who abandon their standards in the name of social credit, so it’s nice to see that someone in the RCC is holding on.

Regular Blair fans know I’m quite the anti-Catholic, but in this case I’m offering my applause to Delone. Their method was somewhat inefficient, but all things considered, it’s refreshing to see a Christian institution more concerned about their peace of mind than about what outsiders think of them. It’s like a drink of water in the desert.


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The Colony Of Christianity

I knew a guy who was homeschooled, went to semi-fundamentalist Bryan College, and then went to a Baptist seminary. I bet he’s a failure at ministry, because he’s never lived in the secular world.

A Major Reason Why So Many Pastors Are Worthless

I’ve found the best pastors had years of secular work before becoming a pastor. The most incompetent pastors went straight into ministry at age 22 and have no marketable skills beyond public speaking. Competent ministry is an overflowing of your life experience and spiritual growth, not something that is learned out of a textbook.

There’s a reason the Orthodox Church has a rule requiring priests to be 30 years old before ordination, whereas the Catholic Church ordains them at age 25 after spending eight years in school. Although I suppose that’s better than the Catholics’ old system of seminary high schools where 15 year olds in the bloom of puberty are told by their parents (with the goading of nun school teachers) that they’ll never have sex and are then asked to make a vow about it.

I had a friend that was more or less coerced into attending one of those, and he’s grateful he was kicked out for low grades. He also said that sodomy was rampant among the students and wasn’t surprised at all by the sex scandals a few years ago.

Do you really want an 18 year old for a pastor? Or even a 25 year old? How could he possibly relate to your real adult problems?

Keeping Away

Evangelical Christianity today seeks colonization. I don’t mean conquering new lands. I mean finding a little hole where they can crawl away into and avoid all the things they don’t like.

I remember in the library at my childhood church, there was a trilogy of novels about pirates from a Christian perspective. That sounds contradictory, but this was around the time the Pirates of the Caribbean movies were coming out, so it seemed important to give an alternative to the voodoo on the big screen.

Do you like hard rock music? We can add some distortion to our pop music and give you a similar product. Audio Adrenaline is the same thing as Led Zeppelin and ACDC but with better lyrics. Your kids won’t know the difference.

Evangelical Christianity insults their youth—the “Church of the future”—with its pop culture substitutes and then begs them to stay around to pay the light bill. But if we are the Church of the future, then clearly we have no role or importance today.

As a kid, I had Narnia instead of Harry Potter. Fall Festivals instead of Halloween. Chris Tomlin instead of the Beatles. I was spared Bibleman, although my brother got the full treatment.

All this may be effective if your kids stay in the colony, but what happens if they decide to go exploring? If they just take a peek outside the cloisters and find that, no, Christian punk rock does not have any of the same energy in secular punk, then what will stop them from leaving altogether? Did you ever consider giving them a reason to stay in Church beyond the entertainment?

Bringing In

Once upon a lifetime ago, I was visiting Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary in Wake Forest. I sat in on a preaching class, and the professor told us, “What you hook them with is what you have to keep them with.” For some reason, that’s one of those pearls of wisdom in life that has always stayed with me.

Give your kids humorous sermons and emotional music, and you’ll have to keep pressing that dopamine button to get them to come back while also out-competing whatever is on the television. Give your kids deep exegetical preaching on the Word of God and didactic hymns that immerse them in doctrine, and they’ll bring their friends since you now offer something nobody else can.

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Domestic Violence Advocacy

I couldn’t find any hard statistics for how often battered wives return to their husbands. Activist websites seem to avoid the question, often claiming that it’s more important to ask why men abuse instead of why women allow it. Red Pill sociologist and comedian Bill Burr has made the point that this is like a fireman who doesn’t investigate what caused the fire after he puts it out, as though women were quietly knitting before the man snapped over the football game.

One source said 85% (!!!) of the time women return to their abusers, and another said two thirds. But many of these sites also perpetuate the bogus “1 in 5 women are raped” statistic. RamZPaul has said a friend who worked in a battered women’s shelter told him they almost always return. Whichever is the case, it is common knowledge that women very often stay with their abusers despite having all the reason in the world to bail. Everyone knows someone.

Even if a domestic violence website addresses why women stay, they blame it on financial need or fear of more violence, despite the women having all of society and the government ready to white knight on a moment’s notice. These activists think that women stay in violent relationships in order to escape more violence. The logic of that escapes me, especially because the men are usually put in jail. My theory is that women are just terrible at choosing a mate. Really shows that arranged marriages were for the women, not for the men.

I often wonder if domestic violence is the most sure way to prevent a divorce. I mean, no, you shouldn’t beat her with your fists for merely burning dinner, not only because it sends a message that you lack inner control but also because that’s the kind of force you use on an equal.

Practical Thinking

Morally, should you ever hit your wife or girlfriend? I’m ambivalent on the issue.

If the answer is yes, then at least the punishment should fit the crime. It would only be a calm but concentrated mild slap when she’s being grossly disrespectful to remind her to be grateful—the kind she knows was not an accident or an outburst. It won’t hurt her beyond a sting and a red blush that will die away in a few minutes. The divorce rate is far higher than the rate of women who leave abusive men, so it’s in your best gamble.

On the other hand, morality is about more than functionality. Just because something works doesn’t mean you should do it. Unless she first hits you, it’s probably immoral to slap her back.

Conclusion: Why I’m Pondering This

One would think this would be a simple question to solve. “Just don’t hit women.” But my generation was left without any guidance. We were given morals without fair reasoning behind it. If “Finding your dream job is the only way to be happy” turned out to be a false moral, then what else is?

So over the years I’ve learned to question every moral or Truth I’m given. It’s a sad reality, but without reliable guidance from my elders, I have no choice but to rely on my own fallible rationality. Scary, yes, but such is the world we live in.

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“If You Want to Change the World, Love a Man” By Lauren Wilce

I came across a poem the other day I’d like to share. I can’t find any information about its origin or about the author Lauren Wilce. It’s called “If You Want to Change the World, Love a Man.”


If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly, who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid

Accept his hand and guide him gently to your heart’s blood

Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there

And burn his heavy load in your fires

Look into his eyes. Look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there

Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time.

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment

And let it all go.

Feel into his ancestral burden

And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you

Let him melt in your steady gaze

And know that you need not mirror that rage

Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds.

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Sit before him in the full majesty of your woman, in the breath of your vulnerability

In the play of your child innocence, in the depth of your death

Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as man

To step forward towards you… and swim in Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together

And when he retreats… because he will… flees in fear to his cave…

Gather your grandmothers around you… envelope their wisdoms

Hear the gentle shussshhhed whispers

Calm your frightened girl’s heart

Urging you to be still… and wait patiently for his return

Sit and sing by his door a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Do not coax out his little boy

With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery

Only to lure him to a web of destruction

To a place of chaos and hatred

More terrible than any war fought by his brothers

This is not feminine, this is revenge

This is the poison of twisted lines

Of the abuse of ages, the rape of our world

And this gives no power to woman; it reduces her as she cuts off his balls

And it kills us all

And whether his mother held him or could not, show him the true mother now

Smoldering in the centre of the Earth’s core

Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria

Cry for him sweet rivers

Bleed it all back home.

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Love him enough to be naked and free

Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and death

And thank him for the opportunity

As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods

Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being

Let him know he can hold you, stand up and protect you

Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you

Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before

Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself

And merge into the sweet nothing of this world’s beat.

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him

And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected

By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows

Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.

If you want to love your man, love yourself, love your father, love your brother, your son, your ex-partner… from the first boy you kissed to the last one you wept over

Give thanks for the gifts of your unraveling… to this meeting of the one who stands before you now

And find him the seed to all that’s new and solar… a seed that you can feed to help direct the planting…

To grow a new world together…

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This Classic Joke Shows The Irrationality Of Women

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Classic, right? The husband wants his wife to be more attractive but is too afraid of her wrath to say so.

It’s such a common trope because you see it everywhere. I had a friend who was dating this obese girl who would fly into a rage if he tried to get her to go running with him.

But why is she so angry at the suggestion that she could be more attractive? Doesn’t she want to look good for the man in her life? Wouldn’t she have a more natural self esteem if her husband was better able to enjoy her body (which she can innately sense whether or not he can)?

Women no longer live just to be attractive for their men. In other cultures, women cover their heads in public out of respect for their husbands. Today women always strive to be attractive towards others—her catty girlfriends, the pastor, the bank teller.

This wouldn’t be a bad thing if women actually tried to be attractive. But suggesting diet and exercise means that there is something wrong with her, disrupting the perfect princess fantasy in her mind. So she just uses threats of passive-aggressiveness and withholding sex in order to force you to think she is beautiful. She knows it doesn’t work, but it keeps the fantasy alive in her mind, and that’s all that matters to her.

This is not unlike those Buzzfeed articles about obese models with scornful facial expressions who hated their bodies enough to cover them with tattoos trying to convince men they are lusting after ugly girls. But being beautiful isn’t a matter of politeness or labeling. If something is beautiful, it’s pleasant to look at. You can lie to other people about what is beautiful, but you can’t lie to yourself.

Do you want to know if your girlfriend is a keeper? Tell her to lose thirty pounds, and her reaction will reveal what kind of person she really is, and it will tell you whether you are just a chump she’s using for provision or someone she is truly in love with.

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Beyond Good And Bad

I suppose there are some absolute moralities by a kind of natural law. For example, you should never beat and rape a girl, unless, you know, she wanted it. No, I kid, I kid. Seriously, though, you should never cheat on your wife without a one county distance. No, I’m joking again. But for realz, you should never attend church for the sole purpose of offending the people with blasphemy and sacrilege in the name of love, progress, and leftist activism. I mean, that wouldn’t be tolerant, right?

Speaking of hypocrisy, I don’t think it’s quite as wrong as we innately think it is. We all have our double standards. For example, if my dog gives birth to a litter I don’t want and I bash the puppies’ heads in with a brick, most people today would be mortified, even though I murdered them instantly. But these same people eat meat from the common grocery store, even though everyone has a vegetarian friend who won’t shut up about how brutal the slaughterhouses are.

Most people’s solution to double standards is to rationalize it away. The casual meat-eater will give weak excuses like, “Well, yes, they should reform the slaughterhouses, but I couldn’t live without meat.” The vegetarians are right that abstaining from animal products is the logical conclusion of any kind of ethical standard for treating animals. However, my solution to double standards is just to lower my standards. I don’t believe there is anything morally wrong you can do to an animal, nor do I see any reason why there would be beyond emotional appeals. Michael Vick was foolish, but he wasn’t evil or cruel. Even the bestialitist is only wronging himself.

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New Guest Post On Atavistic Intelligentsia: The Problem With Online Dating (And All Dating)

I’ve got a new guest post on Atavistic Intelligentsia. It’s a follow-up to my previous post explaining why it was terrible advice.

When you are trying to attract a girl, it doesn’t really matter what you say. What matters is the feelings you are able to induce. And that’s very hard to do over simple text. A few people are able to do it very well, even better than they can in a face-to-face cold approach. But most will be disappointed. This difficulty in portraying charisma is the number one problem with internet dating. […]

I absolutely hate dating, whether online or in real life. It’s a chore. It feels like work. It’s not fun anymore. One small misstep, and it’s all over. And finding someone you can respect is always a crapshoot.

Head on over to Atavistic Intelligentsia to read the rest!

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