Hale Kilinahe: The Journal

DECEMBER 3, 1997 I was reading another journalist's page the other night. She said something that made so much sense. In fact, I was thinking it myself, but I didn't know why, or couldn't even pinpoint the exact emotion this particular issue stirred up inside of me, but this journalist hit it right on the head and I felt such relief that someone could articulate what I was feeling. This entry was about the septuplets who were recently born. The diarist saw a headline that said something like "may God guide us" or something like that. The diarist's reaction was one of disbelief; her opinion was that God had nothing to do with it; that to say such a thing is hypocritical because God isn't giving this couple the money to afford to raise all of these children nor did he provide the medical technology necessary to get pregnant seven times over. The couple's neighbors are providing supplies and money and the doctors gave her the ability to carry seven children. God isn't involved at all. I tried to be cheerful and happy at the news that all seven were off their respirators, because after all, they are children. I was ashamed of the cynic in me who wondered what these people thought they were accomplishing by attempting something so foolhardy. I see these people and wonder if they truly do have the means to raise seven babies, plus the daughter that they already had. Was it an accident? Or are they seeking something? You know what else bothers me? That fucking Victoria's Secret ad where the bimbos in trashy underwear are wearing wings, pretending to be angels. Call be a feminazi if you feel like it, although I assure you that I'm not. How DARE somebody exploit the holiday of peace and brotherly love in the name of a destructive and morally reprehensible aspect of our society? The worship of supermodels in this country is bad enough, but to use the holiday season as a vehicle to sell this crap is just wrong. {stepping off soapbox} < BACK | TOP | NEXT >