Men should have a strong chin line. Women an at least somewhat softer one. Those are prominent cultural ideals in regard to beauty. Is there a point at which a man’s chin line can be too strong or a woman’s too soft? Yes…of course.

Actually though, one ideal that’s been forgotten in the last 20 to 30 years is the beauty of feminine roundness. Not curves, although curves can be related but I mean more just…roundness. Think Helena Bonham Carter, especially in her youth. There’s a reason she was iconically in so many Merchant Ivory films. But, at any rate, a more traditionally masculine, cut and clean, angular featured look has been popularized for women and not just men for decades now… Perhaps it started during WWII with women working more outside of the home and finding strength in seeing themselves depicted in the media as more angular, strong and yet still glamorous looking in their actual physical appearance and not just in angular clothing styles (like some Edwardian or 1920’s styles I can think of off the top of my head). While the men were away they worked and from that trend grew a desire for many women to work outside the home more permanently. In tandem with that trend to work outside of the home the “feminine strength” look progressed beyond strong angles being glorified by Victory Rolls and red lipstick to a more prominent and permanent part of the public feminine ideal. But while that look carved out its own spot in the media the older ideal of roundness was often forgotten…even though some still prefer roundness in women and the older ideal existed for a reason too…

My heyday would have been in the late 1800’s through the 1930’s. Actually in many ways I’m, truthfully and stated bluntly, what was considered perfect in the 1920’s. That being said, as much as there are vintage clothes and vintage inspired looks…nothing is as good now as it was then when it comes to fashion. (Sorry. It just isn’t.) And being an old ideal is fun and I love being myself…but it’s not necessarily easier than being other things. But, regardless, I’m not alone in my frustrations with current fashion…

Old isn’t just…old. And sometimes it really is better. And I’m not the only Millennial who feels that way… I’ve had more than one friend around my age who identifies or identified more with the style of bygone eras express anger almost verging on some sort of grief. “I was the ideal in the 1950’s.” said one friend of mine sadly as she analyzed her curvy frame and longed to wear bright red lipstick, cat-eye glasses, pretty day dresses and heels. And she was right… It’s not just escapism, it’s…reality. A depressing reality… The vintage trend among Millennials started due to pragmatic objectivity not just so-called “weak” nostalgia…

Style today is conformist despite all the supposed “edginess”. It’s also often quite ugly… And is that even the point at times? Ugliness? To be irritating to look at? To create a visual sensorial attack on onlookers?

*sad face*

We are not happy people.

Yet there’s tweed… In walks tweed. Gosh, I love tweed. It’s tweed… Unchanging tweed. And Hermès has a new addition to their cosmetics section. Someday I’d like to add a vintage Hermès Kelly to my modest handbag collection but it’s low on my list of priorities despite how much I actually love Hermès. …But is there any scarf quite like an Hermès silk scarf? No. They’re…well…maybe…they’re the ideal silk scarf. Absolute perfection…in terms of a scarf.

…More later.


I took down a bunch of posts on this blog because I realized I was getting too personal in an attempt to express myself. But, I wanted to say this again. It needs to be said. It’s one of the most vile, obscene, sacrilegious, heretical popular beliefs in late 20th Century/early 21st Century Christianity. So let me be clear: Jesus is not your lover and never will be. The Bride of Christ is a metaphor. It’s not to be taken literally. At all.

If you’re in a bad relationship and feel lonely God may meet that need in the same way He did in the Garden of Eden. He’ll likely find another adult human… He will not offer His Son Jesus…or the Holy Spirit…both part of the Holy Trinity…for you to make love to. It’s narcissistic and perverted to think a half man half God would want to sleep with you as a human being…even in Heaven. OR if making love to a deity is your thing…perhaps genuine Christianity isn’t for you. There’s nothing in the Bible that honestly interpreted suggests we ever have intercourse (which is also spiritual) with Jesus. Ever. Anywhere. Again, the Bride of Christ…was and is…a metaphor. A metaphor. You will never be at your own literal wedding with Jesus in any literal way at all. At all. It’s a metaphor.

Metaphor: a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action to which it is not literally applicable.

If, as a Christian, you feel “moved” while praying or singing songs to worship Jesus and feel as though you’re being genuinely romanced (whether you’d label it that or not)…well…are you sure it’s Jesus “touching your heart intimately”? “Intimacy” in the way the word is most often used isn’t something ever shared between family members even though you could technically call all close relationships intimate (I’ve especially seen some counselors use this technical label, so to speak). But, again, let’s be honest “intimacy” isn’t almost ever not sexual in some way in the most common use of the word…even if it’s accidentally labeled as platonic by those who make “sex” too totally “physical”. I’d never use the word intimacy outside of romance between non-related, consenting adults regardless of how it could technically be meant otherwise. And, I certainly don’t think there is a safe way to use “intimacy” to describe any part of an often horribly misunderstood or perversely defiled metaphor such as the “Bride of Christ” and yet, of course, it’s frequently used by Christians…because “The Bride of Christ” is often taught in a heretical way. …I’m not being clear enough maybe…

The thing is, again, it’s not the Holy Spirit you feel when you worship “passionately” necessarily either… No… God loves you like a child and would use the Holy Spirit to express that…but that’s all. ….Should that “special feeling” you feel while worshipping “Jesus” be real and with another spiritual being…you are more than likely interacting with a demon, the Devil or…well…a ghost? A ghost in Purgatory with a sense of humor who is lonely too and feels bad for the 50 year old single mother of three who works non-stop and barely ever has time for dating? Maybe? Maybe he died and found out that that 50 year old woman was his soulmate from God. Yes, God the Father told him? And maybe he’s allowed to chill with her when she’s “worshipping Jesus” and accidentally going to far in “intimacy” because God knows she means well and it’s just a disgusting teaching that today sounds too plausible for some people to ignore or dismiss. God sees our hearts… God. God the father of Jesus. You can’t lie to Him or with Him. (And no, that’s not what happened with the virgin Mary)

Yeah…Jesus isn’t your lover. He’s your brother and friend. He’s the son of God. But he isn’t your husband just because you’re a part of the Christian church. Even en masse. Yuck. Stop trying to seduce the Son of God with your foreplay “worship songs” or perhaps consider a different religion than Christianity… I mean, I suppose you could worship Dionysus? Yes. Dionysus. He might at least consent to letting you think you’re in an “intimate” relationship with him and not think you’re completely out of your mind for wanting that with him in the first place… Maybe. …But either way a lot of “love songs for/to Jesus” (it’s a very popular Christian worship genre these days – look it up) look like they were actually penned for Dionysus anyway… Look him up if you’re in the mood for a little…ahh…religious ecstasy? Or don’t. Because, for one thing, he might not exist? And for another worshipping Dionysus may not be…safe…even you secretly already were worshipping him anyway?


This absolute shit is why I don’t go to some “churches” in case you’ve ever wondered dear reader…

Deep In Love With You

By Michael W. Smith

“Sitting at Your feet is where I want to be
I’m home when I am here with You
Ruined by Your grace, enamored by Your gaze
I can’t resist the tenderness in You I’m deep in love with You, Abba Father
I’m deep in love with You, Lord
My heart, it beats for You, precious Jesus
I’m deep in love with You Lord Humbled and amazed that You would call my name
I never have to search again
There’s a deep desire that’s burning like a fire
To know You as my closest friend , Lord my redeemer, Your blood runs through my veins
My love for You is deeper than it was yesterday
I enter through the curtain, parted by Your grace
Oh, Your the lover of my soul”

Reminds me of this attempt at worship of Dionysus taken from “Ways of Worship: Dionysus | Futurism – Vocal from …Actually though, this is profoundly less perverse…


Dionysos, God whose arrival is swift

and certain, enduring friend of women and men

whose welcome is warm, bringer of light, we see you

in shadows. Dionysos, granter of great blessings,

your presence is a heady wine. Kind-hearted god,

to each you give as is fitting, each vessel you fill

only as we can bear, and yet with even a sip

we are drunk upon you, and our faith is affirmed.

Awesome god, by our own will we drink deeply,

with you we become lost, we wander, we are found.


I call to Dionysos, 

great god of the vine, 

son of thundering Zeus and headstrong Semele, 

loving husband of warm-hearted Ariadne.

From the East you came, 

old before the ancients, 

throughout the elder world were you beloved; 

in Naxos and Boitia were you celebrated, 

in temples and in the savage wilderness, 

the fleet-footed maenads running in your wake.

The sweetest, strongest wine is ever your drink; 

the mind’s release, the body’s loosening, your gift.

O Dionysos; thyrsus-shaker, 

ivy-crowned god, 

we see you in the shadows, 

we see you on the edges, 

we see you in the haze of ecstasy, 

where we know the truth of passion, 

where we find the essence of our being.

Dionysos, I call to you!”

…What if Christians really have accidentally been worshipping Dionysus occasionally? We may have borrowed from or been influenced by Dionysus worship at the start of Christianity. That doesn’t truthfully mean real Christianity is flawed necessarily so much as that humans literally wrote the Bible and if they plagiarized (intentionally or accidentally) another religion even to be “relatable” in writing the Bible God Himself would have to account for that somehow… While the Bible might not even be literally wrong it could have traces of our fallen nature within it, so to speak?

But have Christians potentially been worshipping Dionysus in a gross or at least disrespectful way? Hmm… And could that tendency in Christianity go back to the sinful human nature of Christianity’s founders? Their imperfect faith? That’s why the Bible has to be beyond just us…even as we follow its truth.

…So, anyway, if you’re going to (truthfully) think that as part of the “Bride of Christ” that you might be the twin flame of Jesus you might as well consider that you’ve actually been worshiping an ancient Hellenic god instead of Jesus. Ha! That’s the thing…accuracy and nuance are important. Truth…is important. Even for Western Christians! …There’s nothing cute about “turning off your brain” to feel smarter than you are or to blindly trust the wrong people (like “famous Christians”). Think before you speak…examine before you trust…even if you’re just praying to God (or god). *wink*

How about this hymn?!

Be Still My Soul

​Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;
bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
leave to thy God to order and provide;
in ev’ry change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav’nly Friend
thro’ thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
to guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice, who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
and all is darkened in the veil of tears,
then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
from His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hast’ning on
when we shall be forever with the Lord,
when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
all safe and blessed we shall meet at last.