See Spot Write: Meg Whitman, Catholicism, And Me

I'm happy that you're both nostalgiac and faithful in your support of the church you were born in. My take is a little different, even though I was baptized a Catholic.

My mother, bless her soul, was a good Spanish Catholic girl and became pregnant with me because she didn't quite understand the education she'd been given about babies and such and my father was such a handsome man. He told her that she wouldn't get pregnant if she peed right after sex, which is about all they knew in 1953.

After her third cesarean birth, the doctors told her she needed to start using birth control or she'd die. Her ignorant parish priest told her she needed to use "self control," not "birth control" which is why I wasn't brought up in the mother church, thank the Virgin Mary. My mother shuttled us to Protestant Sunday Schools and eventually settled with an Episcopalian congregation run by a pedophile priest whose son I was having sex with (we were both 11). The Episcopalian priest tried to recruit me as an altar boy but I was a wickedly precocious thing who saw right through him and told my parents as much.

I feel the same way about your Catholic Church. When they get their noses out of my personal sex life and their dicks out of children, maybe I'll feel a little bit differently. But frankly, at this moment, the majority of that ancient organization is filled with scum.