Leni
My own personal brand of Heartless Bitchery hinges on one simple thing:
pure, unadulterated hatred for the New Age movement. If it isn't about
the "Earth Goddess", "feminine power" or the "emotional and psychic
vibrations" which one is expected to use as navigational aids through
life, it's about channeling dead people and Universal Love.
How many people POSSIBLY could have been Cleopatra in a past life,
anyway? 4? 324,682? And what spirit worth hearing from would actually
CHOOSE to have a conversation with James van Praagh? Apparently even
dead people are witless dolts with marginal communication skills.
How many times to do I have to hear crap about the Earth Mother (who, if
natural selection is to be believed, would be liable for criminal
negligence at the very least) or read some spell designed to capture a
man through magical subterfuge before I become convinced that this
movement is driven entirely by female insecurity? Hmmmph. One, that's
all.
It isn't just the stupidity of it that is frightening; its popularity is
enough to fill any moderately sensible person with dread. Although, to
be fair, it isn't only women. There are plenty of gullible male rubes
out there as well. But they aren't really the intended targets of the
marketers, nor are they the primary consumers. A quick look through the
Magical Arts section at Barnes and Noble will tell you exactly who this
stuff is intended for: disenfranchised, insecure, uneducated, single
women. It appeals to their fears, ignorance and infantile power
fantasies by assuring them that supernatural means can be used to either
improve their lives or worsen others'. Consumers in turn willingly
supply the book writers with every bit of incontinent emotionalism
needed as fuel to churn out even lamer magical self-help books.
Whew! Damn that felt good. I have an emotional Chi blockage that I
believe this rant has helped to release.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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