Showing posts with label Suffragette Catholics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suffragette Catholics. Show all posts

Saturday, July 30, 2011

It's Still Open Season on Men: Neophyte Back From Suffragette City

We can't all be "real" Men

Editor:  The following is some kind of rant by a woman with a Doctorate in Music who reads all of the approved authors.  She is what we'd call a, "Suffragette Catholic".   She's real big on left coast hauteur and very small on sympathy for the sensus catholicus and those boys and girls who are disposed to try and live accordingly, some of whom she dated.

We're not saying she's a homosexual, but there are some troubling dimensions to what we can only describe as her homophobia, since she claims to know what a real man is but never explains what it's supposed to be.  What's her idea of the perfect man?

Someone mature... self-confident


How would she know what a real man was?  This has been posted because it addresses a real concern about self-flagellation from Catholics and those outside.  This individual is a neophyte from a fairly rarefied professional millieu in New York.  Those  wishing to feel sufficiently and duly chastised by the ruminations of an unsuitably qualified analyst with an axe to grind might take a look.  Suffice it to say that this is a specimen of that polite late Twentieth Century hobby of  venting that ever-popular man hating spleen.

It's common enough, be prepared to counteract it by swift action on your part which might include shrugging your shoulders and going back to work on whatever it is you're supposed to be doing.

Have a nice day and take it for what it's worth.

Real Men

When, after a lackadaisical childhood catechesis, years spent doing my own thing, and a dramatic conversion experience, I came back to the Catholic Church in 2002, I found that there was a New York City subculture I had never known existed: the subculture of young orthodox and Traditionalist Catholics.  Many of this subculture’s adherents were actively looking for a mate, and I dated a few of them, which was an experience unlike anything I was familiar with from my own long romantic struggles. 

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