We have enjoyed our World Religion class, but I did blow my front of being a sweet little old white-haired lady the other day. . .
We were studying the many different religions in India and their customs. They are still killing baby girls over there. Someone did a survey fairly recently and came to the conclusion that they are one million women short. I refrained from making some unladylike remark about hoping the guys will have to start screwing themselves soon.
The custom of killing baby girls has been outlawed, but it’s still done. Then there was the custom of burning a man’s body when he died. A really good wife was supposed to go jump on top of the pyre and burn with the old goat. If she didn’t, she was supposed to express terrible grief the rest of her life – she wasn’t even supposed to comb her hair. The brothers-in-law were free to “use” her. It just went on and on like that, and of course I was doing a slow burn.
I finally shocked them by saying that my favorite expression was the one about God creating man and then saying, “Oh, Hell – I can do better than that.” And that’s when He made woman.
