My sister is an ultra-religious fundamentalist Christian. She and her husband believe that God himself decided on them having 8 children. I guess I can handle that, but as I get older I am less and less able to find any real satisfaction in keeping a friendship with her. I don’t want to just cut things off completely, but when we’re together the whole Jesus thing is ALWAYS there, hanging over us. She insists that she won’t try to convert me anymore, which always seemed to be the problem. I’ve realized lately, however, that it’s me who needs to get over her ever-present religion. It annoys the hell out of me. I am an atheist, but I don’t want to be the kind of arrogant atheist who goes around criticizing everything in sight. I would like to have genuine respect for her religious beliefs, but the truth is that I just don’t. How can I stop this trend of liking religious people less and less?
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So, I have a problem. I am a Christian. All of my friends are not. I don’t want to make a blanket statement but most Christians I’ve met are ignorant, hateful sacks of sh*t that I can’t get along with. I much prefer the company of people who don’t believe they have the answers for everything and don’t judge my behavior. The problem is I don’t feel that they respect my faith at all. They make offhand comments like all Christians are stupid or something like that, when I’m standing right there. I don’t make it an issue most of the time because I don’t want to turn them off. Should I be standing up to them? Should I find new, however-stupid-they-may-be friends who share my beliefs?
I want to paint. I want to dance. I want to free my creative spirit. Recently, I’ve even had some invitations to do so: a gallery invite, an open art show, a drunk and willing dance partner. But my creative energy just feels.. stifled. How do I reopen my mind’s eye? Do you see any rejuvenation in my future? Please help.
Dear Shae Rue,
My girlfriend, like all girlfriends I’ve had before her, seems oblivious to the interest of other men–or rather, she sees their attention and conversation as innocuous and friendly. One of her coworkers, in particular, bothers me. This is nothing more than a gut feeling, but he comes off as the sort of guy who would try and seduce a girl in a relationship just because he could. And I am convinced he would love to seduce my gf. Part of this is that I feel intimidated by him and the other men she works with- they’re all very upscale, fashionable people, which I am arguably not.
Its not so much that I think she would like to sleep with him, but her inability to see his true intentions would make her ripe for misleading and manipulating. I have not really articulated this to her more than once, as I don’t want to come off as petty and jealous. I also don’t want to plant a seed where there was none.
What should I do? Should I express my concerns? I have no evidence but my gut feeling here. Should I keep it to myself? If so- how can I feel better about this situation? I hate feeling jealous, and I know its an unattractive trait to have. But lately, I cant help it.
-Preemptively Jealous in Phoenix
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Dear Shae Rue,
Will the battle of the sexes EVER end? How can we stop the cycle?
Dear Wounded Maiden,
My condolences for your recent injury on the battlefield, may godspeed your swift recovery.
While I don’t fault your use of the term, let us not think of love as a battlefield of slinging arrows and betrayals. Let this divisive gender war finally grind to a halt. What good has come of this? We live in an interdependent society that finds men and women with different strengths – whether we refer to the whole of the gender, or on the more individual level. Stereotyping is so 1952.