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liptonrm_backupA couple other things:
When I got to the Parents' House yesterday I brought in the mail that was sitting in the mailbox. I paged through it and noticed that my parents now get something called The Mormon Times (they're becoming more and more stereotypically mormon the older they get, it's kind of hilarious). On the front page was the picture of a woman and the headline was about chaplains. I was intrigued, as I'm sure you'd expect. The article was talking about the VA hospital in Salt Lake and how a lot of mormon women are going through the chaplain program there. When asked about the high numbers the Church's military affairs coordinator explained it as an extension of "compassionate service"--which in mormon parlance means "the good deeds women perform, primarily making cookies or other womanly-type things because women are always doing things like that, it's in their nature."
Upon reading his comment I guffawed out loud. No, Mr. Man, that's probably not the reason. While I'm sure for some of the participating women that is a reason in my opinion there's something else going on that you're not willing to recognize. As shocking as it might sound, there are women, even mormon women, who feel a calling and want to devote their lives to religious service and the Church, as currently organized, does not provide them with an outlet for that desire. So they're turning to something that allows them to do so.
Oh mormon leaders, your public statements are so often completely oblivious.
Also, I can't believe that my mother doesn't have any vanilla in her house. Just, WTF? How can you even have an oven and not have vanilla (even the crappy imitation stuff) to bake with? No wonder that chocolate zucchini bread she made tasted so bad.
The lack of vanilla was momentarily confounding but I posited a way to work around it and made some really tasty oatmeal-chocolate-cherry cookies. Apparently lemon extract is a suitable vanilla replacement in such a recipe. NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM (No seriously, I actually made those noises while eating fresh cookies without even meaning to)
I love My Hometown but it really lacks a halfway decent bakery. I think I've ranted about this before. You know, instead of going to law school I should have opened a bakery. It would've been awesome. *dreamy sigh*
*holds out plate* Anyone want a cookie?
ETA: I am highly amused that in the first half of the post I'm all "oooo women making cookies how stereotypical" and then I spend the second half talking about making cookies. *snorfles at self*
When I got to the Parents' House yesterday I brought in the mail that was sitting in the mailbox. I paged through it and noticed that my parents now get something called The Mormon Times (they're becoming more and more stereotypically mormon the older they get, it's kind of hilarious). On the front page was the picture of a woman and the headline was about chaplains. I was intrigued, as I'm sure you'd expect. The article was talking about the VA hospital in Salt Lake and how a lot of mormon women are going through the chaplain program there. When asked about the high numbers the Church's military affairs coordinator explained it as an extension of "compassionate service"--which in mormon parlance means "the good deeds women perform, primarily making cookies or other womanly-type things because women are always doing things like that, it's in their nature."
Upon reading his comment I guffawed out loud. No, Mr. Man, that's probably not the reason. While I'm sure for some of the participating women that is a reason in my opinion there's something else going on that you're not willing to recognize. As shocking as it might sound, there are women, even mormon women, who feel a calling and want to devote their lives to religious service and the Church, as currently organized, does not provide them with an outlet for that desire. So they're turning to something that allows them to do so.
Oh mormon leaders, your public statements are so often completely oblivious.
Also, I can't believe that my mother doesn't have any vanilla in her house. Just, WTF? How can you even have an oven and not have vanilla (even the crappy imitation stuff) to bake with? No wonder that chocolate zucchini bread she made tasted so bad.
The lack of vanilla was momentarily confounding but I posited a way to work around it and made some really tasty oatmeal-chocolate-cherry cookies. Apparently lemon extract is a suitable vanilla replacement in such a recipe. NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM (No seriously, I actually made those noises while eating fresh cookies without even meaning to)
I love My Hometown but it really lacks a halfway decent bakery. I think I've ranted about this before. You know, instead of going to law school I should have opened a bakery. It would've been awesome. *dreamy sigh*
*holds out plate* Anyone want a cookie?
ETA: I am highly amused that in the first half of the post I'm all "oooo women making cookies how stereotypical" and then I spend the second half talking about making cookies. *snorfles at self*
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Date: 2009-08-08 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 02:10 pm (UTC)They did turn out quite deliciously, if I do say so myself.
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Date: 2009-08-08 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-14 02:09 pm (UTC)Srsly. I might have laughed more than a little at that just from remembering all of the times that I've been a complete and utter bitch, not to mention things I've observed in more than one Relief Society.
*sighs* Laugh or cry, my friend, laugh or cry.