Miss Interpreted 2008

Selma wrote a post about kindness a few days ago that made me reflect further on the subject. It is a good topic, after all. Could even be taboo, at times.

Oh, how we wish for kindness to shroud the world we live in, every single day of our lives. How nice it would be if everyone offered grace, compassion and sacrifice to each other. Even better, if we ourselves could individually manage to strip our thoughts off of doubt and suspicion, just so we’re free to offer these priceless gifts whenever a predicament calls for them.

But alas, there exist factors that make kindness a difficult stunt to pull in many a circumstance. Difficult, at least, in a sincere or blindly courageous fashion. Kindness, also, is like a familiar acquaintance. You know it, but really, you don’t. Not as much as you want to admit, anyway. And ironically, it would serve you well to be wise in your encounter with it, lest trouble comes your way.

kindnessIn this day and age, showing kindness may truly seem like an act of sacrifice. Like we’re about to lose something by committing it. Or pay for its consequences. How unfortunate this is. Yet, how many times have we read in the newspaper about a good samaritan who tried to offer help in an emergency situation only to be caught in a web of misunderstanding and sued for getting involved, to begin with? What are the chances of regret here, you think? Or say, how many times have we hesitated on an opportunity to assist in a crisis or some volatile situation, for fear of our own safety? Or, do you remember years ago, when someone sued McDonald’s for allegedly getting burned after sipping hot coffee? It’s easy to take advantage of each other. Easier than showing kindness, that’s for sure.

A couple of days ago, I wrote in a jokingly manner about the priest who had planned on staging an online beauty pageant for nuns; for those interested in vying for the title, Miss Sister 2008. Well, a news update from yesterday saw an abrupt change in plans. Rev. Rungi was met with opposition from his superiors and have now decided to suspend the event, for being misinterpreted. I could go on and joke further about how I knew it was too crazy of an idea to even consider, from the get-go. But the fact is, I totally understood the priest’s sincere intention to show kindness to the community of nuns, by doing something that may encourage them and help them build a new-found esteem for their chosen vocation. However, in a world where fear and legalism pervades a global culture, this “act of kindness” was already bound to be riddled with critical bullets, from the beginning.

Sadly, there is hardly anything we can do in this world that will not, in one way or another, meet with some form of denunciation and disapproval; even if our intention is rooted in kindness. If Jesus was killed for having kind motives, what’s our excuse, really? Human beings are judgmental in nature. We are enslaved, in one form or another, by this appalling trait. I believe, it is our moral duty to be aware of this ingrained attribute of ours and unshackle ourselves, and each other, from such evil chains that keep us from being truly free.

Now, what I have learned is that it would obviously do us good, to both be wise in all circumstances, as well as be kind in all circumstances. However, my question remains. Should being wise come before being kind? Or the other way around? For one must trigger the other.

Fat Fee Diet

Uhmm, ‘scuse me… that’ll be $25 please… for being (ahem!) overweight, this month.

fatandhappyAnother news of the weird today, people! The State of Alabama is now penalizing employees found guilty of committing the hideous crime of obesity. But then again, this could be a good thing, y’know? Some of us do need a little kick in the flabby side, for our own sake. So yeah, why not? Besides, a little change in diet never hurt anyone. So, I’m all for it! Let’s do it! Go Alabama go!

However, does that mean I should cut back further on my already “reasonably modest” Klondike Bar consumption?


Sister Christian… oh, your time has come

scYes, it’s in the news today. A beauty pageant for nuns! An online event organized in Rome by… a priest, no less! I wonder if the Pope is progressive enough to give this peculiar idea a real go.

But hold your horses. Some things were made clear…

We are not going to parade nuns in bathing suits. But being ugly is not a requirement for becoming a nun. External beauty is gift from God, and we mustn’t hide it.

My oh my, how times have changed! So, who would you vote for Miss Sister 2008?

Updated: This event was canceled as of August 26.

I read the news today, oh boy

Every Friday, in the office, we all seem to have worked ourselves out that a little funny goes a long way… down the hallway, that is. We get all kinds of jokes and stuff emailed to us just to lighten things up a bit and remind ourselves that the weekend is just moments away. Last Friday, this is what got passed around. It sure gave me enough gas to keep me running through the end of the day. Enjoy.

News Flash!

On a hot wing and a prayer

This is just ridiculous, I think! I’ve seen TV shows on restaurants serving the hottest chicken wings around. I mean, I love a good Buffalo wing dinner, don’t get me wrong. I even love it spicy. But seeing these guys chomp the meat to the bone as their faces turn bloody red is just unfathomable. Why? I’ve heard of finding pleasure in pain. But, writhing in torment while supposedly enjoying your dinner just doesn’t seem to rhyme in my book. Is it the flavor, or the sensation? Unless you’re numb, I guess. But then, there goes the flavor, as well. I can only imagine losing focus on the flavor when you’re profusely sweltering and engulfed in flaming agony. And, if that’s what you call sensation, then I rest my case.

hot stuffNews came out this morning about a restaurant in Chicago serving chicken wings so hot, patrons must sign waivers before they can be served. Your order even comes with an alarm bell. Like in a hospital room!

Do you agree not to sue us as we shove hot coals down your throat, and as you get hospitalized for it? Sign here, please.

Once again, a testimony to the fact that we can’t always have our answers when we want them.


But I can always make my own wings, right? Yum!

How about now? 🙂