I feel a little like General Jack D. Ripper ranting about flouridation. “Ice cream, Mandrake. Children’s ice cream.”
It’s folly, of course, to ask, in instances such as this one, “Is nothing sacred?” Of course something is sacred. Something is always sacred.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
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Bob Dylan
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Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
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The Stranger
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Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
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America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
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All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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I do not avoid consumerism, but I do deny it my essence.
I love Amazon Prime.
Of course. That’s what makes it dangerous.
Next they start sending each other sex toys.
Wait! I heard an anti-Catholic dog-whistling micro-aggression in that pitch for kneepads for a Catholic priest. Did you?
Where’s my safe space, goddamit?
And I don’t mean the sanctuary or confessional!
JOB
p.s. The punchline for the commercial is only possible, in part, if you believe a) that the sort of cassocks that hide the “aids” are a valid form of clerical dress in today’s Church and b) your average priest in today’s Church would be wearing a cassock in the first place. Please let me know if such is the case in your parish (Lickona, not you!)
p.p.s. The effectiveness of this ad is due in part to something II call the “Sister Act” ploy – drag out the skeleton of Traditionalism so there’s no confusion on the part of the audience. (i.e. They had to dress Whoopi in a traddy veil and wimple – because double-stitch polyester pantsuits just don’t communicate “Religious Sister” in quite the same way)
YMMV