Introductions, Salutations, and whatever not

[giallarhorn]

Congragulations to myself; I now have a livejournal aka blog site that I once swore I would never venture near even with a ten foot stick. But, alas, even the greatest of us saints fall, for such is the sorry fate of humanity and the bunch of us. Life is ever the shame, I suppose. But if I were to ever lay the blame upon someone, not that I ever

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[magic_7_words]

Good gracious, I didn't realize you were there. Um, hello and welcome to Livejournal?

[giallarhorn]

Well, I'm here. I'd like to say I'm everywhere as well, but that's sadly not true (yet; I'm working on that). But I exist, or I may not. Still haven't decided on that entirely.
But hello back, and I still haven't gotten to launch my long speech of disappointment to you for reading that dreaded book. My faith in humanity dropped by that much that day. And I don't think I'm going to be able to accept that you did, at least not till I get to reading it.

[magic_7_words]

My dear cynic, you have to know your opposition. The accumulation of knowledge is never a bad thing. Consider the unfortunate situation of right-wing Christians who, never having read Harry Potter, are forced to call upon blatantly untrue premises for their arguments, and are laughed out of court by the rest of us. Now that I have read Twilight, I am in a much better position to crucify it.

I won't, of course. I am female.

[giallarhorn]

Of course i have to know my opposition; that's the sole reason I read the Bible at all. That, and the sad fact that most of Western writing is stuffed chock full of allusions to it. You'd think they'd move to something more interesting now, like Norse or Russian mythology. But the means of which one has to sometimes take to obtain this knowledge is one journey I'd rather not take. Wikipedia was mostly sufficient for most of the time.

Oh, of course. The woeful frailties of the female mind are just so abundant as to refuse the just dreadful crucifixion of this cherished book. Which is upon this chiseled brow does Atlas shoulder his burden, when he should just shrug.

[magic_7_words]

Hey, don't pretend the Bible doesn't have some darn good stories. The only original fiction I've ever finished is one huge allusion to it. (Still waiting to see whether that piece gets me into the creative writing class I'm hoping for... we're down to one spot left...)

Didn't say it was cherished. It wasn't that good. It just plays shamelessly on all the right buttons.

That bit about Atlas is top-grade BS. I have no idea what you said. Do you know what you said? :-P

[giallarhorn]

The Bible does have good stories, or the basis for a lot. I mean, it gave us Milton's Paradise Lost and the Inferno and a whole lot of other fun stuff, like felix culpa. (But hey, at least you finished something; cookies for you since I haven't actually physically finished anything yet. But keep your fingers crossed, or whatever thing for luck they have; no point in despairing. It does no one any real good. You still managed to finish a piece of fiction

[magic_7_words]

I don't need to like Bella. There's pefect-guy appeal.

You lose me at the step where Christ = the female sex.

[giallarhorn]

Perfect guy appeal. Sorry if I just find myself utterly scorning the idea, and absolutely disgusted. Sugar coated in sickening sweetness and romanticism; the issue with the perfect guy, is that I think eventually, we'd grow tired, worn out or just sick of him. There's no room whatsoever for growth, development, or any sort of exploration. He's just...There. Static.

Oh, no no. Let me actually sort out what I said. The female fragility is shouldered upon Atlas’ shoulders, which would represent Christ in some extended sense since similarly: Christ was given the burden to redeem mankind (ish) from sin, limbo, and etc. Or rather offer them a chance to win themselves back into God’s good graces, if you take Milton’s view. But anyhow, the male population is thus forced into this position in an effort to compensate for the weakness of females, but that in of itself deepens the issue since it reinforces the sense of helplessness in the females.
I think that’s what I said. In that order.

[magic_7_words]

That's why perfect guys don't exist in real life. The closer they get, the more boring they are, and therefore not perfect. But see, that's the lovely thing about, y'know, fiction.

Oh, so you're saying Atlas = Christ = men and women = sin? That's not misogynistic at all...

[giallarhorn]

Ja, but even in this lovely invention of fiction/fantasy, some expectations of reality get carried over as well. And frankly, reading about a 'flawless' guy seems a bit too much like a romance novel to me.

Not in that order, but Atlas=Christ simply because it was the closest allusion on the desk at the time, to make sure I can figure this out. It's more like men=Atlas, women=the globe based on historical/empirical examples of female weakness. Atlas, shouldering his burden, unknowingly limits the carried since it imposes a sense of helplessness, and thus, limits the potential productivity of both agents since Atlas is busy holding the globe, and the globe has its learned helplessness. Productivity is limited, which is why Atlas should shrug to shed his burden, and allow the globe to achieve their potential along with his own.