Theology for the cheerfully insane
You could be forgiven for thinking that this is a post about World Youth Day, but it's actually about today's trip to the doctor.
My boys, with their usual creativity, had managed to both get ear infections even though they were already taking antibiotics. In one case, the antibiotics had been specifically prescribed for, yes, an ear infection. This was not exactly good news, but the afternoon was not without it's compensations.
Doctors' waiting rooms are interesting places even on a quiet day, but never so interesting as when a 3 year old looks at the television in the corner and says "Oh, mummy, that's your show", which just goes to demonstrate that you can still learn something about another person even after seven years of marriage, because the show was "The Bold and the Beautiful".
I had absolutely no idea that my wife had ever watched this show. Ever. The revelation that she has watched it enough times that Bundle now associates it with her was quite the pleasantly amusing surprise.
Still, the best was yet to come. As the friendly people sitting nearby were having a good chuckle at this particular revelation, and elderly and somewhat distinguished-looking gentleman sitting nearby informed us that it was unfortunate that we had not arrived earlier, as Judge Judy had been on.
He then proceeded to tell us "That's the reason why God gets angry sometimes. It's because he's been watching Judge Judy."
This is either a colourful way of saying that Judge Judy is not the best thing on television and if so someone give this man his own column immediately, or it's an insight that will be sure to transform our understanding of theology and spirituality in precisely the way that the Celestine Prophecy didn't.
Either way, you read it here first. If this infection doesn't clear up, we will be back to the same waiting room next week to discover that string theory was invented by The Goodies.
My boys, with their usual creativity, had managed to both get ear infections even though they were already taking antibiotics. In one case, the antibiotics had been specifically prescribed for, yes, an ear infection. This was not exactly good news, but the afternoon was not without it's compensations.
Doctors' waiting rooms are interesting places even on a quiet day, but never so interesting as when a 3 year old looks at the television in the corner and says "Oh, mummy, that's your show", which just goes to demonstrate that you can still learn something about another person even after seven years of marriage, because the show was "The Bold and the Beautiful".
I had absolutely no idea that my wife had ever watched this show. Ever. The revelation that she has watched it enough times that Bundle now associates it with her was quite the pleasantly amusing surprise.
Still, the best was yet to come. As the friendly people sitting nearby were having a good chuckle at this particular revelation, and elderly and somewhat distinguished-looking gentleman sitting nearby informed us that it was unfortunate that we had not arrived earlier, as Judge Judy had been on.
He then proceeded to tell us "That's the reason why God gets angry sometimes. It's because he's been watching Judge Judy."
This is either a colourful way of saying that Judge Judy is not the best thing on television and if so someone give this man his own column immediately, or it's an insight that will be sure to transform our understanding of theology and spirituality in precisely the way that the Celestine Prophecy didn't.
Either way, you read it here first. If this infection doesn't clear up, we will be back to the same waiting room next week to discover that string theory was invented by The Goodies.
posted by I'm not Craig at 9:01 PM
4 Comments:
It surprises me still that men are not aware of the following fact..
All women watch The Bold And The Beautiful when the men are not around.
Seriously. We just do. And most of us don't even like it that much. But it is like a bad crash - we are helpless, we can't take our eyes off it.
We know there is no real world where scarily muscular men named Ridge bounce back and forward between Brooke and Taylor. We know it is all very unbelievable. But there is just something about that show.
Could it be Ridge's domineering mother? Ladies, haven't we all been in a relationship where the mother was evil. and so we watch this show hoping Mrs Forrester will one day be chopped up like a mannequin no longer needed in the fashion house?
Could it be the fashion? The shoes? The earrings? The hairstyles? The fact that it is on at a time of day when there's not much else to watch and when we're usually getting dinner under way?
I don't know - I haven't been able to receive free to air tv for a little while, but now I can. Thanks for reminding me to tune in! ;)
Cheers,
Snoskred
(And that guy doesn't know it, but if he was dissing Judge Judy, God will strike him down with lightning, or some unfortunate illness. Because God actually adores Judge Judy - if God could be a judge, he would be just like her. In fact when the world ends, we're all going to be treated to a spectacularly long session of the show, with God and Judy next to each other on the bench, letting people in or sending them somewhere else. Right? :) Of course I'm right.)
(maybe that is exactly why the guy was at the doctor!)
can i say that i don't watch bold when men are not around. i never watch it. seriously. i never turn on the tv during the day. for i know it is dangerous.
it's funny though what you can find out from kids about other people without even asking! i found out today that years ago my now-husband cried when he found out the shampoo had been left at the beach house.
sorry clokes if you read this. blame the youngest one, and i did give reasons why i thought it mightn't have just been the shampoo that made you snap.
Snoskred
It has been far too long, my somewhat Scandinavian friend.
I admire your willingness to depart from your past policy of not commenting on matter of theology for just long enough to inform us that God wants to be more like Judge Judy. If that was really the case, failing to bring documents to a pretend TV Court would be the 8th deadly sin.
Melbs
It's not that I didn't love the shampoo story, but you do realise what this means. When I finally meet you and your family, I will still have a long conversation with clokes about whether Alan Didak can reasonably be compared to Peter Daicos and whether de-listing Heath Scotland and Rupert Betheras was a huge mistake, but throughout that discussion I will now be thinking "Don't mention the shampoo. Don't mention the shampoo..." etc
This will be terribly distracting.
Also, having recently read your latest post, I will call Princess "dude" pre-emptively, but that's neither here nor there.
can i just say about the shampoo thing that i asked clokes about it and he said he didn't cry. he remembers getting pissed off, and maybe swearing (a much more MANLY response, we can all breathe easier now) so i'm thinking the small boy mashed together two memories, as kids are wont to do. false memories and all that...
i swear i'm not making this up to salvage clokes' masculinity and toughness.
and as for calling princess dude she'll love that. it would seriously take the wind out of her sails. for about 10 seconds.
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