(another post about school required reading. Apparently I’m making a new post every time I think of one of these. cw for dubious consent/sexual violence maybe)
Was somehow reminded today of the existence of The Grapes of Wrath and the gross preacher character who’s supposed to be all enlightened or whatever for leaving the Church. Mostly, though, I just remembered how I felt while reading his confession that every time he baptized a woman he would have sex with her right after. And he felt bad about it (he says) but then he’d do it again. Every time.
And we’re supposed to believe that he just so happened to always baptize people who would consent to that?
And we’re supposed to believe that what he describes doesn’t sound sexually predatory?
Apparently. But his use of the “couldn’t help myself” notion would unsettle me regardless.
So I went looking on the internet for someone, anyone, criticizing him as a sexual predator or at least kinda creepy or something to validate what I half-remembered.
Instead found a bunch of people calling him a Christ figure.
That’s about when I started feeling physically ill.
I hate this book! I hate this philosophy! I hate it I hate it!
Anyway I submerged myself in bessibel’s #to make me smile tag until I stopped feeling like I was gonna die so there’s your happy ending I guess.