2004-02-25 - 9:50 a.m. Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still Even among these rocks --T.S. Eliot, "Ash Wednesday" Despite applauding the all-Aramaic script (that's a pretty cool idea!), I don't plan on seeing Mel Gibson's The Passion o' Jesus H. Christ. I feel fully qualified to pre-judge it based on the not-great reviews and on the fact that it portrays his last 12 hours, and I just don't need the agita. Aren't we all in agreement that the salient points of the Jesus story include: 1) he wasn't murdered, he gave his life willingly, 2) he forgave his tormentors, and 3) he rose from the dead. Whether one believes in the story or not is beside the point--it's the agreed-upon version of events. To focus on the corporeal death aspect of the story--and call yourself a believer--seems suspect. It's just not cricket. Go ahead, Devil's Avocadoes, flame me in my own comments section. And since we're talking about controversial topics, I have two more.
But then I read her article. Yes, it's humorless and self-dramatizing, but I found myself feeling both creeped out by Harold Bloom and angered by what I read about Yale. I wouldn't want to send my daughter (or son, but mostly daughter) to a school where she wouldn't be afforded protection from creepy predators. I realize that college students are "adults," but come on, how many 18-20-year-olds do you know who are emotionally and mentally equipped to go head-to-head with Ivy League institutions and legendary professors? They need some support, and that support should have been in place when this happened.
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