But it occurred to me today that after 10 years of being lumped into the Relief Society and my subsequent annoyance with a good portion of the female population of the Mormon church, I like my Relief Society.
My past R.S. experience has taught me that the third hour of church consistently consists of stupid answers to rehearsed questions and audience contributions that no one actually cares to listen to or finds themselves embarrassed by.
However, such is not the case in my ward. The gals in our therapy hour aren't therapy-minded at all. They're scripturally versed, spiritually sound, seeking, thoughtful, outwardly focused, insightful, rather ennobling, contributory, and never, ever give the trite Sunday School Answers ("go to church!" "say your prayers!" "read your scriptures!")—don't get me wrong, these answers are tidy little packages of truth, but they're also big fat Duh! answers that annoy me with their lack of directed consideration. (I have a sweet and giving disposition.)
I taught R.S. today and sincerely hope that our girlies had as much fun as I did. Kid-you-not, I thought that third hour was a grand time. I like those ladies.
And for your enjoyment: a couple of not-so-much-Sunday-related thoughts:
• Tom Cruise has the very best freaked-out-for-my-life-gotta-get-away-fast! run in all of cinema. The way he pumps those arms and gets crazy eyes! Gee whiz. We'll discuss his hideous nose at some other time.
• Isn't Ang Lee is a marvelously diverse director? Taking Woodstock. Brokeback Mountain. Sense and Sensibility. Hulk. And he'll be doing Life of Pi. Best of luck with that one, movie-minded mister; better not screw it up.
• The Mothman Prophecies is not an enjoyable film. Yet I watched it anyhow. I do that.
• District 9 is too sad.