Last night, I'd spent much of the evening moping around the house and hopelessly checking my emails for something interesting. I was floating around the house topless (zomg); id been peeling recently and the weather was sticky.
My partners were watching a boring cliché, it didn't appear my friends were going to be doing anything and I had nothing to do. I had spent the last hour or so reading a barbaric article that was linked in the Club Physical newsletter and writing a response. The author's name is Jim Rutz.
Essentially, he maintains that consuming soy products will make you gay. He uses terms like
'No, homosexuality is always deviant,'
'My larger concern is that the increasing number of less robust 15-year-olds who are already "struggling with their sexual identity" will be shoved over that thin line into homosexuality. No, they won’t wake up some morning with floppy wrists and a nasal lisp...'
'The tragic result can be undescended testicles, hypospadias or even homosexuality.'
I was really angry that my fees went towards the distribution of such bigoted material. I wrote a several page email which analysed the guy's terrible 'article.' He had no references what-so-ever. He has no formal qualifications, is not a relevant authority, has no peer review of his work, has a poor understanding of how academic writing ought to be conducted and uses a facade of academia to further his anti-gay tirade.
Without going on too much of a tangent, I am a Christian and thought that Jesus wanted us to love other people. You know, like, accept them for who they are. He spent most of his time with the 'sinners,' while it was the self righteous Pharisees that he condemned. It's the peak of hypocrisy to tell someone they ought to live their life a different way. Jesus told us to remove the plank from our own eye before trying to remove the speak from our brothers/sisters.
After sending off that email, Hannah hosted drinks, which we got to at around 10 o'clock. We took Rachel and Nick and we played a few rounds of circle of death. The windows and doors were open which granted a reprieve from the awful humidity of the day. Nick lost the first round and had to drink a a mug with the mixture of everyone’s' drinks; including his Baileys/milk concoction which had curdled by then. I don't drink (it just isn't my buzz), but I still had a great time.
I got up this morning and it was similarly warm. My run was peculiar; it felt as though it ought to be cold like winter. The clouds were thick and rolling, the breeze relatively still. The weather, true to Auckland, was pleasantly sticky.
I spent a couple of hours at the gym and returned home. I watched SiCKO by Michael Moore for a lot of the day and found it great. It gives you a bit of perspective on the current debate over America's healthcare reform.
I lay on my bed and listened to music for the last couple of hours, while drifting in and out of sleep. I'm getting ready for Primal tonight; the first of the year.
Looking forward to it and the weekend - let's hope for some more summery weather.
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