Men, Put the Cameras Down

This has been weighing on my mind for some time, so here it goes. If you get easily offended or can’t take scary, differing opinions, look away.

Alright dudes and bros, enough is enough. Stop taking constant selfies. Seriously. It’s one thing to take a picture with someone else to mark an event or things of that nature, another if someone takes a picture of you, or the occasional snap for your snapchat story, but stop taking pictures of yourself constantly on your own. 

Men shouldn’t be overly and overtly concerned with posing, or with what they look like. As my friend once said, it’s weird for a guy to be staring at his own face like that. Now I believe in vast differences between men and women, and it simply is not in a man’s nature to be vain or to care about their appearance to that extent. For women it’s different, because we are more naturally disposed to be vain and attentive to what we look like. It’s a vice, but it’s a feminine vice. There’s a reason women are mainly associated with taking selfies, and getting teased for it. 

But for guys? 

That’s just effeminate. Let’s take a look at the definition of effeminate...

ef·fem·i·nate

əˈfemənət/

adjective

(of a man) having or showing characteristics regarded as typical of a woman; unmanly.

synonyms:

womanish, effete, foppish, unmanly, feminine;

Thanks, Google. A lot of things can be effeminate, and I think selfies count as well. 

Sorry, but I’m not sorry. So please stop. You don’t want to be effeminate because to be effeminate is to not be authentically masculine. Leave the femininity to the ladies, because our femininity compliments masculinity. We can’t both be feminine, it doesn’t work that way. I say this for your own good, because I value men and I value true masculinity. So, put the camera down, and go chop some wood instead. You’ll thank me later.

The Threefold Prayer & You, Yes... YOU

Alright Catholic blogosphere and beyond, I have a treat for you today that comes in three. Within the past year my good friend came up with a clothing line that seeks to glorify God, honor the Blessed Virgin Mary, and aim for the salvation of souls, which makes up the THREEFOLD clothing line. As the website states, this clothing line is more than just regular Catholic tees and merch. By wearing the threefold prayer of glorifying God, honoring the Blessed Virgin Mary, and saving souls, you’re not just making a cool fashion statement about Catholicism, but being reminded to actually live a holy lifestyle. Who knows, you could unknowingly inspire others to be holy, or even to discover Catholicism. 

Source: THREEFOLD

Pretty cool, huh? 

Since the founder is my personal friend, I can assure you that it’s all legit and it totally has my support. It seems like it was just yesterday when the squad finished praying the rosary after mass, and he told us about his idea. Now by the grace of God it’s in full swing; a testament that no pure desire is too crazy or big for God to bless and make flourish. 

So, I highly encourage all of my readers to show some support and take a minute to check it out in the links below. If you like it, buy a shirt, share this post, follow the media, tell your friends, even tell your priest. Follow along on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, or all three, there’s something for everyone.

Also, part of every purchase is a contribution to pro-life organizations. So not only will you be looking fresh, be reminded and inspire others to live an authentic Christian life, you’ll also be helping to end the culture of death. 

It just keeps getting better, so don’t take your eyes off of THREEFOLD clothing, because this is only just the beginning. 

Links

Official Website 

Online Store

Facebook Page

Instagram

Twitter

Wherein I Have a Message for all Pro-Life People

Yesterday all across America pro-lifers gathered at various Planned Parenthood locations to protest and bring awareness to the scandal that’s been going on. The news even covered it, barely. Read about it here. In case you’ve been living under a rock, or won’t look past the scope of your own little world, Planned Parenthood has been caught selling baby parts, murdering babies outside of the womb, and trying to cover up the atrocities. That’s only the beginning. I can’t wrap my mind around this, with every new video that comes out, I am filled with more and more deep sorrow, as any normal human being should feel. 

I myself attended a protest at the clinic near my hometown. Coincidentally, it was the abortion day. I knew it was going to be emotional and difficult, but I had to go. To me, there’s never a good excuse not to go to anything that will defend the unborn. Especially not when Planned Parenthood is trying, once again, to get away with their corrupt business of duping women (and men), killing the innocent and having the audacity to smile along the way. As soon as I reached the property, I immediately felt an overwhelming sense of death. It’s not something that can be accurately described as it is self-explanatory... Planned Parenthood carries an aura of death with them. I’m not the only who has described it that way. 

We had a strong turn out, at least over 200 people. Maybe even 300. Throughout the protest we prayed the rosary, and the religious were present, with young and old alike. I held a huge sign that pictured baby feet at 11 weeks, right outside of the driveway, for everyone entering and leaving to see, even those just driving by. The sign was almost bigger than me. I propped my elbows on it and calmly stood there, right by the security guard too. 

He seemed uncomfortable, but he smiled at the little kids with us. I smiled at him. He smiled back, somewhat. He wasn’t hostile or adverse with any of us. We simply couldn’t step onto the property. Fair enough. 

Despite the large signs and throngs of people, the folks coming, going, and driving by pretended not to see us. Truth has never been easy to look in the face. Some looked away, some glanced, some threw the bird, some gave us thumbs up. Towards the end, some guys even threw eggs at us. As if that would really stop us from being there or even coming back. I can hear it know, “Well everyone, we had eggs chucked at us so I guess that means we’re done. No coming back next week, thanks to those dastardly and nefarious eggs.”

No. 

I’ll be back. We’ll all be back. We won’t stop until Planned Parenthood is just a past nightmare. 

Standing by the driveway, though some might not think of it as much, both reveals and says a lot. I hardly spoke a word to anyone around me, but I saw the humanity in these people leaving Planned Parenthood, the humanity they fail to see. I saw a sadness in their eyes, tears being wiped away. It broke my heart. 

Although we gathered to make a statement and stare in the face of death, to tell him he will not triumph, we brought along with us a peace. The peace that only life gives, that Christ gives. Life is joyous, and we exemplified that. There were tears, prayer, laughter, hugs... peace. Planned Parenthood doesn’t offer that. 

At the end of the protest, I was glad I went. Like I said, it’s the first of many for me. But a serious question was also posed in my mind. 

Where’s the rest of the pro-life movement? 

I’m dead serious. Where are you? Although our turn out was amazing, many more could have been there. While the rest of the world is living in a state of passivity, we cannot and must not fall into that as well. Especially not as Catholics. If we are to truly and really be pro-life, it cannot stop at prayer. We are both physical and spiritual beings, catechism 101 up in here. With hard pressing issues like this, it’s easy to just hide behind prayer and do nothing. We cannot settle for not doing anything, the stakes are and have been too high for that. What Planned Parenthood is doing is beyond sickening, sad, and disgusting, and we cannot passively allow them to continue. If a baby being born alive, getting their face cut open and having their brain harvested doesn’t bring you to action to end the madness, I don’t know what will. Although I’m a writer, I couldn’t make up such a savage horror if I tried. What’s truly heartbreaking is that I can’t, because it’s real. 

If you are really and truly against what Planned Parenthood is, has been, and continues to do, I heartily invite you to leave your own little bubble, get out of your comfort zone, and stand with us. Too many are pro-life in name alone, and not in action. You never know how your mere presence, aided with prayer, can impact someone else. You’re not doing it for yourself; not to show people you’re pro-life, and not to prove it to yourself, you’re doing it for those who cannot speak, when you have the voice to speak for them. Let me ask you this, when this holocaust of children is over, a sorrowful memory of the past, what will you be able to say you did to help end it?

Therefore, I hope to see you there, soon. 

Check out these pictures (per my personal Snapchat) from the protest in Riverside, California. 

My baby brother is so cute, the end.

Let’s Talk About Feminism

So let’s talk about feminism, shall we? 

Just kidding, I can’t think of a more uninteresting or irrelevant topic to put on my blog, yet here it is. It’s not the 1960s and women aren’t being oppressed, not here in America. Especially not by the patriarchy. If you consider dress codes, the unequal pay myth (which has been refuted several times), sexual promiscuity, the raging debate between blue and pink, and other feminist “issues” to be legitimate issues, then you need help. 

You either buy into the false ideology without thinking, or you’re just delusional. Which in our day and age is a definite possibility. 

So in case you’ve been wondering, I’m not a feminist. There’s no rhyme or reason for it; I can go out and do whatever the hell I want with my armpit hair flowing gracefully in the wind. Just because women can do whatever they want, doesn’t mean they should, because there is a cause and effect to every action. Same goes for men too. It goes for everyone. It’s not that hard of a concept to grasp. 

It always gets me a good laugh when a guy tells me, “What do you mean you’re not a feminist?! Do you want men to make decisions for you your whole life?!’ 

Or when they proudly announce…

“Well I consider myself a feminist.” 

As if that’s going to gain brownie points. 

No bro, that’s going to help me run the other way like the Flash. See? Friend-zoned, just like that. 

Feminism bores me. It makes me yawn. Seeing other girls so into it as if it’s the best thing since sliced bread makes me shake my head. The moral of the story is to use your brain, people. And don’t grow out your armpit hair, that’s just gross.