religious advertising sucks...

...and I can't believe I'm blogging about this when I've got a whole list of better things to be blogging about.

Anyway.

Imagine my dismay when, upon realising that our AdSense account is now operational so we could potentially be making money off of advertising (which only works if you click on the links! so if you see an advertisement for something even remotely interesting, you know what to do... Google thinks you'll like it!) and viewing the blog in full to see what ads we were getting picked for us...

I found a Mormon ad.

Aaaah **HEADDESK**!

Now let me be perfectly clear, I have nothing against Mormonism as a religion. I'm not even all that irritated about their ads, which aren't terribly pushy, especially compared to the postcards I get in the mail.

No, what I have something against is when religious organisations of any nature blatantly advertise that you ought to join their religion, without having any way of knowing your previous religious affiliation, if any. What I have something against is when religious organisations push the idea that their religion is so obviously superior that they don't even care what religion you practice or don't practice, they will still believe you ought to convert. What I have something against is when religious organisations insist in response to the previous accusation that all they want is for everyone to be saved, i.e., blatantly stating that their religion is so superior and their deity/ies are so judgemental that all others are condemned to some sort of (generally eternal) punishment (generally in the afterlife) for their beliefs.

It's not that I think nobody should ever be allowed to speak about their religion in a positive light, inviting others to join in their belief.

It's just that I believe they ought to be advertising only to people who actually want to know.

Not the entire Internet.

Headbashingly yours,
IBI


EDIT 25/4: If you're freaking out now, or worried I've gone mental, I recommend that you read the addendum in the comment section. Might clear up where I'm coming from a little more.

why the US should lower the drinking age...

...and why it never will.


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Alright, so, I'm proving a couple of things with this post:


1.) Dude, I could rule BEDA. Hell yeah.
2.) There is at least one thing about American culture that are, from an objective standpoint, really friggin' stupid.


Anyway.


[This note added after continuing: Into the controversial territory. Administration, don't hail down on me now, I'm not censoring now because I fear the man coming down on me, damn it. Okay, so maybe the cursing was overboard. You know what I mean.]

2,000 hits and forgotten things

Photos today by Julie Harris. Feels a little weird, because she seems to know some of these people. Herp derp derp. Not thinking about it too much, and using pictures that look least like portraits, which is what she does at her studio. 

In honour of this fantastic achievement, and the fact that we've only had one blog post of any length in a while, and because I was looking at things on ModCloth, I will now proceed to write a blog post.

Except that I'm sort of cheating because I already wrote this all out in a long rant to the wall, i.e., in a chat while the person I was talking to was out of the room. (Seems this happens a lot.) (I'm looking at you.) (Actually, I'm looking at multiple people at once.) (Unless you're being all literal about it, in which case I'm really looking at my computer screen.)

ANYWAY. ONWARDS AND OUTWARDS.

Something I've been thinking about for a while* is what has happened to the way we do relationships here in the modern world. We've got the Internet and cell phones (thankfully), and we've also got laxer rules on what is socially acceptable. For the most part, this is a good thing. I mean, I would go mad (madder than I am now, anyway) if it was still some sort of taboo to have opposite-sex friends and not like needlepoint and crap. It's also nice to know that I'm not expected to get married ever before I'm twenty-five, nor am I expected to marry the first guy I date (thank god).