![]() ![]() As the 20th century ended in the liberal West, the tenets of feminism seemed irrefutable to me: Of course I would go to university and get a job. Ideas and beliefs that they accept without question make no sense to you, and vice versa. So is learning that their values are different from yours-that they are products of a particular time and place. Realizing that your omniscient parents are, in fact, just regular, flawed humans is a vital part of growing up. My parents humored me, but predictably, I didn’t find their responses satisfying. “But all the atoms stay the same!” I would insist. “Does God have a Y chromosome, then? Does God have, like, testicles?” I was openly dismissive about transubstantiation, by which the host is consecrated, and according to Catholic doctrine, literally turns from mere bread into the body of Christ. “Why does the Mass service refer to God as ‘he’ and ‘father’?” was a favorite. My parents are Catholic, and I used to delight in peppering them with trollish questions, preferably several hours into a long car journey. ![]() It has taken two decades, but I am finally ready to admit that I was the world’s most annoying teenager. ![]()
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