Sunday, 13 July 2008

Words

Miss Verity, having apparently awoken in the throes of a delusion that her blood pressure isn’t high enough, is amusing herself by making a list of words and phrases she loathes:

  • Infotainment. Miss Verity likes to be entertained, but she begs to be spared details of the personal lives of actors and singers, though given the choice between that and having to listen to their “political opinions” she’d…well, actually, she’d throw herself out a high window.
  • Differing voices, as used in practically any context other than when describing a choir or an audition.
  • Love him or hate him, or any variant thereof. Miss Verity is, she regrets to inform you, most often merely indifferent.

Monday, 7 July 2008

In Search of the Feminine

Miss Verity has been looking for websites to read, or podcasts to listen to, which are feminine without being insipid, materialistic, or bossy in their religiousity.

Please don’t misunderstand: Miss Verity does, goodness knows, have plenty of intellect-light moments of her own; she does own, and take pleasure in, a number of things; she has nothing against faith, and usually prefers the company and writings of people who have some kind of interior life.

But femininity can’t be reduced to shopping, surely, no matter how pretty the items offered for sale? And frankly, Miss Verity finds “celebrity” gossip distinctly unfeminine.

Also distinctly unfeminine: strident flouting of one’s religion in that horrid, pushy, “I know the mind of God, and here’s how he told me to tell you to dress” way. There’s nothing particularly modest about presuming to have detailed access to the inner workings of the Almighty, and Miss Verity wonders a little about the sort of people who think that judging others on their clothes is an appropriate expression of piety. (And Miss Verity seldom lets the public see her ankles, so you can skip right on past the part where you start implying things about her wardrobe, thank you very much.*)

Is Miss Verity the last person on the planet who was raised to think that religion is too personal and sacred a thing to be debased by constantly talking about one’s faith instead of quietly, and without fanfare, living it? She cannot possibly be. She dearly wishes she could find the blogs of some others, though.

*Miss Verity will also just state, for the record, that the sort of men who think the sight of female flesh is a temptation, and that women need to remove said temptation from their path, ought not to be let out in public until they’ve acquired a more robust flavour of “personal responsibility.”