I was in Jerz for my Goddaughter�s Christening, which was nice� but of course I was told, by those who think for some reason they have a closer bond to God than I do, �Congratulations on being Godmother� (like it�s making Cheerleader or something). �It�s a big responsibility. Take it serious.� First of all, it�s �take it SERIOUSLY�� and beyond� what is it? I have red hair so I�m irresponsible? I was wearing some black maybe� a little glitter in my eye shadow? Jeez. The audacity amazes me. My sister chose me to be the Godmother. She put some faith in my abilities as a responsible person. I guess the less spiritually evolved have to judge and preach in order to strengthen what they call �faith.� It�s that evangelical rapture�sounds like one is proclaiming it to convince oneself. Isn�t one of the main tenets of Christianity �judge not lest ye be judged?� I guess even more dangerous is the evangelical rapture coupled with selective memory and narrow understanding. Oh well.

Went out to dinner with my sister and bro-in-law, Dad and his girlfriend. Never has there been a shallower woman. I should not even waste virtual breath. Let me just say, her argument for liking Britney was, �But Jennifer, everyone LOVE her� she is number ONE!� Now, I have nothing against Britney. I think she�s cute as can be and she�s probably a doll but I felt like putting on the gun belt and playing all �is this what we�re teaching our daughters� with the girlfriend and �I don�t like to see OUR eleven-year-olds in bra tops, not realizing what they�re putting out there to the world.� Blah blah blah. I laid it on kind of thick, basically combating her �values� through a discussion of Britney and what girls think they have to do to get ahead. Later in the conversation she asks me, �What happen to Mariah Carey? Is she leave?� And I said, �God, one can only hope!� So she says all wide-eyes and bronzer-dotted, �But Jennifer, she has beautiful voice. She is talented.� I said, �Yes, she can sing. But she should never make a movie again.� Anyway� point it, it�s just impossible to have a conversation with her. She tried to appeal to my �coolness� with her �coolness� (because you know you can buy any 26-year-old with �coolness�) by telling me �I much rather live in the city.� My dad was like, �What?� My sister and I knew it was beyond time to leave when she started talking about how much she loves Sarah Brightman, whom I happen to think is the most pretentious dirt bag ever to emerge from a husband�s hit Broadway show. I caught part of her concert on GBH (I can�t believe GBH would go wrong like this, but I guess a lot of tote-carrying public television watching soccer moms like Sarah Brightman) and she was standing on a rising platform wearing some sort of royal-looking velvet robe that was very very long� and the platform rises to some 50 feet, maybe more, and there�s this huge halo looking thing behind her head and she had her fake holier-than-thou bullshit pot-bellied-pig face on, droopy eyes, and her fake opera� Yuck. �Come sit by my feet small children and I�ll sing you angel songs.� There we go with that fake evangelical rapture again. She grosses me out hardcore. It�s pornography.

Anyway, the worst things the girlfriend said�she�s a total bigot�I won�t even go into. It�s too embarrassing.