Behold, an email I received today:
Interestingly, I actually started a post entitled “God’s Little Princess Devotional Bible” earlier this week. I had happened across its scary, sparkly, pink, tiara-featuring cover while browsing in Barnes and Noble on Monday. (Actually, Simon had happened across it and grabbed it from the shelf–it is eye-catching. And then I blurted out “Oh God! Simon! Please let’s go away from the creepy books!” This was shortly before a Salvation Army bell-ringer nearly got assaulted [um, by me] when she looked calculatingly at my little family and started belting out “Jesus Loves the Little Children.” Dudes, if there really is a War on Christmas, I think we need to step it up.)
So far, that post draft simply read “I shit you not: this exists,” which pretty much covers the matter. I should add that, when I opened the book at random, I was faced with the story of Sarah and a cartoonish pink illustration of a modern baby bottle. Yes, I’m totally sure the Old Testament babies all drank Enfamil from plastic bottles. And it’s great to encourage God’s little princesses to be mommies, because I’m sure it will not occur to their fluffy little pink brains otherwise! Barf gag.
But then, somehow, the media databases searches my buddy Katie did indicated that I would just LOVE a copy of this book to “share with my friends,” review positively, and give away. Nothing says secular feminist parenting quite like a gender-essentialist evangelical Christian children’s book, am I right?
Do you know what bible I have on my table right now, so Noah and I can read the Christmas story again? The HarperCollins Study Bible. I prefer the New Oxford Annotated Bible, actually, but our library’s copy mysteriously disappeared from circulation. Neither appears to be for boys or for girls, which I guess is pretty confusing, but we’ll make do somehow.
Happy holidays, peeps. I’m off to slog through the rest of my depressingly huge end-of-semester grading task. Hope to finish tomorrow!