Today in Porn, Be Careful What You Worship Edition

Okay, so I was all set to praise these pro-choice protestors for their daring appropriation of Hipster Ariel for extremely earnest purposes…

When I happened to notice the woman to the Hipster Ariel protester’s right:

“Have Faith, Have Choice.”  Hm.  An interesting religious element to that one, especially since it seems to depict a yawning feminine orifice.  Or does it?  Lessee, an oval of red and gold rays surrounding a blue interior, with something more inside the blue…  Oh, now I get it:

The Virgin Mary – the girl who got knocked up by God!  Of course!  Take it away, DFW:

“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”

Comments

  1. Quin Finnegan says

    Right on. I’m pretty sure you’ve already read it, but for Churchill or any other Korrektiv readers who may not subscribe to the New Yorker, there was a fine story by DFW in a recent issue:
    http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/features/2011/03/07/110307fi_fiction_wallace

    • Quin,

      Thanks for saving me the trouble of revealing my ignorance about the identity of “DFW.”

      Having two of my children born in north central Texas, I was wondering what the major airport shared between Dallas and Fort Worth had to say about worhship.

      Then you made it clear and saved me from appearing ignorant to the world…

      JOB

      • Matthew Lickona says

        Serves me write for my assumptive shorthand. At least you didn’t need to Google Hipster Ariel.

        • Yeah, Ariel! Ha!

          At least they know Shakespeare….

          Sort of.

          After all, if you check Prospero’s lines, I think at some point refers to Ariel as “him” or “he” – so the sprite is every bit a male as Calaban.

          And what’s with the seashell bra? I don’t remember that from the play…

          JOB

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    “Write!” Ha!

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