For What It's Worth
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," where we encourage free-thinking! Make up your own mind about things. Don't wait for the dude next door to tell you what to think. Unless he sees termite tubes headed into your foundation. Then maybe you should trust him.
I've been reading a little book called Deliver Us from Evil, by Cindy Jacobs, that I bought at a Christian bookstore while visiting my sister. And I've been giving my opinion about it, which is my opinion, and you are free to agree or disagree as you like. Just don't stain my doggone furniture.
Mrs. Cindy Jacobs takes aim at the occult in a manner most dramatic, and I'll have a lot more to say about her and her book next week. But tonight, duty calls. My daughter The Spare is having six of her friends over. That's seven 13-year-olds in my living room.
I have a small house. And I'm distinctly fearful for my upholstery!
This morning The Spare was tootling around very early, cleaning house for her guests. (Yeah, go figure.) I got up, and I saw her flicking through the channels on the t.v. She went right past Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
The aforementioned Buffy is a target of Mrs. Cindy Jacobs's ire. I couldn't remember ever seeing The Spare watching the show.
So I asked: "Do you ever watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"
She answered: "Ew, no."
I said, "Why don't you like it?"
She said: "Well, it's really gory and nasty, and the girl dresses like a slut."
So, Mrs. Jacobs, if you're looking for someone turned into a Pagan by watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you'll have to look elsewhere.
So sorry. I was trying to be helpful.