Sunday night blues all day
Ugh, I can’t shake this depression. It’s getting worse and I’m worried I’m going to snap at work. Not “going postal” snap, just, “You’re all stupid twats and I’m quitting!” snap.
I’ll go for another big walk w/ Mel today and try to get some items crossed off my to-do list. Maybe that’ll help.
I had an email query about my last post, where I compared being a wife to being a whore. Let me clarify (as visions of all the people who’ve stopped being friends w/ me because of my big mouth dance through my head…).
In theory, I have no problem w/ either wives or whores. I don’t think women or men are better or worse for having or not having a mate.
My point was, in my opinion, and the opinion of several biblical scholars, Mary Magdalene was a disciple, if not the favoured disciple. Historically speaking, wife, mother, and whore are the typical roles women are allowed to fill.
Portraying Magdalene as any of these takes away her prestige as a disciple, makes her a “typical” woman. Being a “typical” woman is fine. Except, of course, that she wasn’t.
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