I read about this the other day and dismissed it as a joke. But no. My optimism for the future of humankind suffered yet another body blow when my suspicions were confirmed. Following medical advice from my psychotherapist, I was drawing a deep breath to begin my vicious, cathartic beration, but in my online travels I realised Mark Morford had pre-empted my tirade quite succinctly (thanks to Veronica for drawing my attention to him in one of her previous posts; he’s refreshingly snide and passionately anarchic). Enjoy, because it’s just about the only positive thing to come out of this abomination.
Jesus Doesn’t Wear Prada
The New Testament gets a “sassy” teen fashion-mag makeover. And you thought Britney was scary
Tags: Bible
