I have never understood the reasoning behind the notion that God is responsible for all things good… and then when something fucked up happens, it is Satan’s work.

It all sounds a bit convenient to me… you know, like Satan is the one with the thankless job, dealing with all the day-to-day drama of deciding who gets the hot poker up their arse and who gets to starve to death on Earth… making all the HARD decisions… and God is off, getting to dance around and give people light and song and hang pretty Christmas baubles off of trees.

Part of benevolence & wisdom is admitting when you fuck up or fall asleep at the wheel because you were too busy partying.

In fact, it sounds to me like God is a deadbeat parent… always pretending to be there, saying they are but never showing it, and making the occasional token entry in our lives to keep us dangling, but FUCK YOU when it counts, YOUR DAD TOTALLY SHOULD NOT HAVE FED YOU CANDY.

OH BUT DON’T WORRY, HE STILL LOVES YOU because he totally sent an email back in 1997 saying so with a picture of a kitty on it.

So, this week’s Target catalogue arrives in our mailbox. Innocuous enough. Boring, even. And subtle enough that I didn’t even notice and it was actually Jason that pointed this one out to me.

You know, the exploitation of child labour to make department store clothing has often been something to be ashamed of. But Target have decided to use it as their marketing tagline.

Genius? oversight? You decide.

I was thinking about the story of Cinderella yesterday. Having a young daughter, you tend to do things like that even if you don’t want to. The story is pretty clear. Girl with a bad start on life meets and falls in love with the handsome Prince Charming before living happily ever after. I accept that Cinderella was Miss Right as far as the Prince was concerned what what about Miss Right Now?

It’s the Prince’s ball, lots of girls looking for the affections of the Prince. What happened after midnight? Midnight is still early after all.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Cinderella splits on poor Prince Charming who thought he was taking it quite slow. Not sure what had just happened the young prince returns to his party where he meets a couple of very affectionate  ladies. Hooks up. Has a dirty night of wet, sloppy sex with both the girls before waking up with a hangover facing the reality that he shouldn’t have random nights of sex with strangers and, more importantly, those two girls are much uglier then they were at 3 in the morning! The prince then searches out Cinderella, marries and never speaks of his escapades in the early hours.

Just a thought.

While you ponder that enjoy Lily Allen’s song 22 about searching for Prince Charming.