Appeal editor’s note: Carla Marinucci notes, after publishing then, apparently, unpublishing a blog post rather intriguingly titled GOP gubernatorial candidate Meg Whitman: Buffet Catholic?, that “Whitman spokesman Tucker Bounds called; he noted Whitman is Presbyterian.” Unlike the Chronicle, we do not “dissapear” articles, but do acknowledge that a mistake was made, and apologize for the error.
According to Chronicle columnist Leah Garchik, whom I literally wake up to read just to see what Lesbian #1 said to Lesbian #2 in line at the Berkeley Bowl as heard by Suzy T. from Noe Valley, Gubernatorial candidate Meg Whitman got her wealthy ass handed to her at a get-together. Apparently Meg blamed her voting in favor of Prop 8 on her emotions and her Catholicism and no one was having it.
Speaking as an emotional Catholic myself, I’m with the crowd on this one. I feel the way about my Catholicism they way I feel about my family. They drive me nuts, I often disagree with them, they’re too uptight and they make me attend boring events. But once someone starts talking shit about my faith or my family, my claws come out.
A few months ago, I was having a conversation with my close friends and when the subject turned to Catholicism, the table got heated. Everyone was going on and on, explaining to me the horrors of the Vatican and the pedophiles and the corruption. I made some reference to my high school, San Francisco’s own St. Ignatius being a Jesuit institution and my dear friend, the apparent expert on the evils of the Church says, “Jesuit? I thought SI was Catholic.”
My point is, I’m sick of defending my family’s religion to people who’ve seen The DaVinci Code too many times. And Meg Whitman going around blaming her homophobia on Catholicism is not only infuriating. It’s fucking offensive.
Second of all, if Meg’s just going to vote however the Catholic Church tells her to vote, we might as well vote for the Pope.
Finally, and I’m just throwing this one in here because I’m all riled up, I have known and loved many men and women of the cloth, none of whom are pedophiles. And it really ticks me off when people say, “Well, they probably molest little boys. You just don’t know about it.”
Shut up. That’s just as ignorant and cruel as idiots saying the very same thing about homosexuals.
Anyway, I only go to Mass on Christmas and Easter because my mother guilts me into it, and I disagree with many, if not most of the Catholic Church’s views on just about everything. But I still identify as a plaid-wearing communion eater and I still have faith (yes faith!) that slow and steady change is worming its way into my archaic, sexist, homophobic and out of touch organized religion. Meg Whitman stepping in and voting with her head instead of her Sunday Bulletin would be a nice step forward.
In closing, unlike Meg Whitman, this Catholic is all for gay marriage. Divorce, on the other hand, well…then you’re going straight to hell.