Growing older
Thursday, 14 April 2005 09:28 pmIn somebody's journal, I just referred to a book I read as an undergrad. And then I realized I read it a dozen years ago. Over a dozen years. Fall of 1992. Good heavens, but that makes me feel old. Mostly because a bit of my brain still feels like it was just yesterday. I certainly remember the joy of my first year at university like it was yesterday, as I hope that I always will.
I've been thinking about the last half of my life, as I approach my 31st birthday. Perhaps I'll have more to share about that later.
But for now, a short story.
In the fall of 1994, four friends and I went on a road trip from Ithaca to Quebec City. It was roughly 8 hours by car. We were pretty loopy by the time we stopped for dinner at a Hardees on the highway. One friend and I started telling puns, and the topic somehow turned to the Pope. The following punchline got uttered, and I won't say by whom:
"That's no Pope, that's my wife."
Unfortunately, we couldn't find a joke to precede the punchline. Even if we started, "A guy walks into a bar." We agreed it made a damn good punchline, but eventually gave up on it. It was simply absurd, and fun.
This week, after the Pope's death, I was thinking about how messed up the Catholic Church is about many things, including their opinions regarding women. And then, with Andrea Dworkin passing away, I was thinking about the progress of Feminism over since the 1950s to today, and how far society still has to go.
And finally, it struck me- some year, maybe another millennium from now, if Catholicism still exists, who knows what changes it will have taken. Maybe, even then, there might be a female Pope. Heck, maybe she might even be married. Or, at least, somebody's wife could be mistaken for a Pope.
And that was a comforting thought, this week.
I've been thinking about the last half of my life, as I approach my 31st birthday. Perhaps I'll have more to share about that later.
But for now, a short story.
In the fall of 1994, four friends and I went on a road trip from Ithaca to Quebec City. It was roughly 8 hours by car. We were pretty loopy by the time we stopped for dinner at a Hardees on the highway. One friend and I started telling puns, and the topic somehow turned to the Pope. The following punchline got uttered, and I won't say by whom:
"That's no Pope, that's my wife."
Unfortunately, we couldn't find a joke to precede the punchline. Even if we started, "A guy walks into a bar." We agreed it made a damn good punchline, but eventually gave up on it. It was simply absurd, and fun.
This week, after the Pope's death, I was thinking about how messed up the Catholic Church is about many things, including their opinions regarding women. And then, with Andrea Dworkin passing away, I was thinking about the progress of Feminism over since the 1950s to today, and how far society still has to go.
And finally, it struck me- some year, maybe another millennium from now, if Catholicism still exists, who knows what changes it will have taken. Maybe, even then, there might be a female Pope. Heck, maybe she might even be married. Or, at least, somebody's wife could be mistaken for a Pope.
And that was a comforting thought, this week.
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Date: Friday, 15 April 2005 02:22 am (UTC)I had the same problem recently with a punchline in search of a joke: "It's better than a Pope on the Eye with a sharp stick!"
Couldn't make the joke to run up to it, though.
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Date: Friday, 15 April 2005 02:44 pm (UTC)I was all set to mock up teeshirts for "Pope," "Pope Classic," "new pope", "old pope", etc. until I realized the Coke cans all depend on the flowing C at the start. Feh. :)
I think my best pope-related idea recently is pretty darn obvious but fun. It was to buy the domain for 'papal.com' and turn it into a parody of paypal. but I expect the scalpers sitting on it want a chunk for it. :)
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Date: Friday, 15 April 2005 04:11 pm (UTC)Looking at that wikipedia page, now I want to write a joke about antipopes, I mean, do they release a huge amount of energy if they come into contact with a regular pope?
The most interesting antipope I saw was Gregory XVII (the first, not to be confused with the Gregory XVII who lives in Spain), who apparently lives in montreal and has a female successor waiting in the wings when he dies. Apparently Gregory XVII celebrates a latin mass and has ordained a number of women bishops.
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Date: Saturday, 16 April 2005 04:16 pm (UTC)Oh, and I browsed the article about antipopes, and found that one from Kansas is mentioned in Thomas Frank's last book (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What%27s_the_Matter_with_Kansas%3F), which in turn lead me to the wikipedia page on The Baffler (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Baffler), and the information that a second collection of articles from it was published in 2003. So thanks for the link :)
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Date: Saturday, 16 April 2005 05:32 pm (UTC)