God Doesn't Hate MY Vagina

Last week I read a blog over at The Huffington Post that was so absurd I couldn't believe it. I think the author was either a crackhead, or just trying to be Ann Coulter-ish and get a rise by being completely incendiary for the sake of pissing people off. In fact, I believe it's a little of both, because I looked for the post tonight, and couldn't locate it; it seems that the good people over at HP have the good sense I thought they did and removed it.

The blog purported to have solid evidence that God hates vaginas. That God, as evidenced by the world's major religions, hates women, hence our loathsome, naughty girlie parts, and that if you had the stones to call yourself a lover of God, then you absolutely, unequivocally could not call yourself a feminist.

Geeze.

What really got me about the whole piece? It was a piece of crap. Using marginally readable writing skilz, this woman used a few out-of context quotes and antiquated rules from some major religions to "prove" her assertion. Well, cripes. I could take enough stuff out of context from the Torah, The Bible and The Koran and prove to you that God is in fact an eggplant. How this woman could skew the love of God to make such an idiot claim and get it published on The Huffington Post is beyond me.

Sure, there are many, many instances of misogyny in just about every major religion out there. But, uh, der. When were these great religions founded and their books written? In the time of the Great Feminist Rising? In a cultural context that valued women? Nooooooo. Can I venture a guess that maybe people (namely those people with the considerably less repulsive naughty parts according to our Lord and Savior) are the ones who misinterpreted and screwed up religion, and that God plays no part in our idiocy?

I get so tired of the extremism that seems to be so de rigeur these days. It makes my head hurt.

I'm pretty sure I can love God and call myself a proud, Gloria-lovin' feminist.

I know, because my vagina said so.