The Women’s Ordination Conference has posted a music video to advance their cause: “Ordain a Lady.”

Therein one sees the creative genius that one would expect from such laborers in the enemy’s fields. At least, we respect their essay of narcissism. They are a true testament to the most prevalent qualities of their sex.

Lindsey Lewis, a young lass wise in the ways of the world, counsels women to focus upon themselves and their wants even more than they typically do in “7 Reasons Why Being Selfish Is Good for the World”:

There’s too much dogma out there telling us that we have to sacrifice ourselves in order to be good people. There’s too much messaging telling us that the more we give, the more we take a back seat, the more we’ll come first—in other people’s eyes and in helping the world. We see it in the yoga community. Seva (service), anyone? It’s all gotten a bit muddled. Yes, we want to be good people. Yes, we want to do good in the world.

How can we possibly do this without taking care of ourselves? How can we possibly take care of other people’s health and happiness if our own health and happiness is shot? . . .

Your body knows. It feels free and at ease when you’re making choices that honour your health and happiness. The tension starts to melt. Your stomach, chest, jaw and throat soften. Your breath comes easier and deeper. You begin to show up in the world more authentically, bringing your higher Self, your best Self, and your light is no longer hidden behind tension, resentment and frustration.

You begin to be of service simply by being you. What if it doesn’t matter what picture frame we put on our gifts to the world? What if being a fortune-making corporate copyright lawyer is your true path? What if you are simply here to bring your shining, vibrant self wherever you go? What if that’s enough?

Maybe, you’d be being selfish, or maybe you’d be fulfilling your destiny. And by doing that, by serving yourself, you begin to serve your Self—to the world.

It is delightful when, despite millennia of being subjected to guilt laden sermons, fear inducing fables, and endless superstition, human beings finally get the causal directions right about happiness. Worship yourself, and then you will be in a proper place to do good things in the world. Why you might want to do such things once you have attained the highest good—being happy in, with, and by youself—well, that is up to you. Everything is up to you.

“Oscar’s Wishful Thinking” by Hank Stuever in The Washington Post:

Thing is, the academy is still very much living in that past. The tiniest rain cloud had already passed over Oscar’s skies last week, when the Los Angeles Times, after considerable research, gave its readers statistical proof of something true Oscar watchers have sensed all along: Academy membership is far too male (77 percent), long in tooth (86 percent are older than 50) and much, much too white (94 percent!) to exert as much influence over American popular culture as it does.

As we are concerned whether the composition of Hollywood’s creative class proportionally represents the wonderful diversity of the American mosaic, Mr. Stuever might ask if the Academy has an overrepresentation of Jews, folks with an intelligence quotient over 125, or subscribers to The Advocate.

“What’s Race Got to Do with It?” by Lee Siegel in The New York Times:

Contrast that with Mr. Romney’s meticulously cultivated whiteness. He is nearly always in immaculate white shirt sleeves. He is implacably polite, tossing off phrases like “oh gosh” with Stepford bonhomie. He has mastered Benjamin Franklin’s honesty as the “best policy”: a practiced insincerity, an instant sunniness that, though evidently inauthentic, provides a bland bass note that keeps everyone calm. This is the bygone world of Babbitt, of small-town Rotarians.

Mr. Romney does not merely use the past as an inspirational reference point, as the other candidates often do. He conjures it as a total social, cultural and political experience that must be resurrected and reinhabited. He speaks of the founding fathers and the Declaration of Independence as phases of national creativity that we are destined to live through again. He frequently accompanies his recitative with verses from “America the Beautiful.”

Mr. Romney ought to take some time off to meditate upon the extent of his abundant white male privilege. He should withdraw his candidacy in order to enroll in “The Unbearable Whiteness of Barbie” at Occidental College for the next term.

Charming Planned Parenthood workers jiggle their sari shrouded ovaries:

by Curried Sanger