There is no “inner Goddess”

I have low tastes, and I collect good snark. If I even reach the stylistic heights of Johnathan Swift, I will be quite happy. So I am going to quote Matt Walsh, who is ranting about the latest dark chocolate with whips porn that will be made into a mainstream movie. Because he missed something in our culture, and we need to name it and shame it as much if not more than our darkest tendencies.

Today, someone on Facebook quoted a line from the novel:

“Finally, my medulla oblongata recalls its purpose, I breathe.”

I thought this was a joke, so I looked it up.

Nope. Not a joke. Completely real. That line actually appears in a best selling piece of literature. That line was written by someone masquerading as an author, approved by someone masquerading as an editor, published by someone masquerading as a publisher, and then consumed by millions of people masquerading as literate.

I found some other excerpts that are almost as bad/good:

“That’s the bottom line. I want to be with him. My inner goddess sighs with relief.”

“Her curiosity oozes through the phone.”

“My scalp prickles as adrenaline and fury lance through my body, all my worst fears realized.”

“My inner goddess is beside herself, hopping from foot to foot.”

This is some very, very stupid material. It reads like a thesaurus procreated with a script from a soft core porn and then the baby fell into a vat of Lifetime Channel DVDs. My inner goddess is rolling her eyes, my inner brain is hurting.

I hope your medulla oblongata recalls its purpose and stops you from seeing this tripe.

Well, it is an unintelligent as many good hits. Because Lust trumps story, and story trumps style. But there is a bigger danger.

The author talks about her inner goddess.

Three is no inner Goddess. There is no inner God. We are not divine. We are not worthy of worship.

The Testimony of John the Baptist

And this is the testimony of John, when the Jews sent priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask him, “Who are you?” He confessed, and did not deny, but confessed, “I am not the Christ.” And they asked him, “What then? Are you Elijah?” He said, “I am not.” “Are you the Prophet?” And he answered, “No.” So they said to him, “Who are you? We need to give an answer to those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?” He said, “I am the voice of one crying out in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way of the Lord,’ as the prophet Isaiah said.”

(Now they had been sent from the Pharisees.) They asked him, “Then why are you baptizing, if you are neither the Christ, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?” John answered them, “I baptize with water, but among you stands one you do not know, even he who comes after me, the strap of whose sandal I am not worthy to untie.” These things took place in Bethany across the Jordan, where John was baptizing.

(John 1:19-28 ESV)

Anyone who conflates their sexual power (fleeting it is) with divinity misses the point. We see youth as beautiful: we always have, we always will. Not just men, not just heterosexuals: there is a “use by” date for men as well as women..

We are mortal in this life, and have been since the fall. Aging happens, which is something my teenage boys remind me of on a daily basis.

Purge any thought that you are a God or a Goddess from your mind. It is the sin of Lucifer: that he would be like unto God. We are not: we cannot be: and our sin marks us.

In this fallen state only a fool would say we are worthy of worship.