Wow, pregnancy has really made me have opinions on everything lately! My latest opinions are thanks to the recent article in which Randy Bott said some . . . interesting things. His remarks reminded me of a great feeling of frustration I felt with seminary and religion teachers late last year.
Don't get me wrong. The CES is a wonderful system and has really changed the lives of many many young people in the church. And most everything I learned in seminary and religion classes was good and true and appropriate.
But of course, the things that weren't good or true or appropriate are unfortunately what stick.
What is my main classification for things that fit into those categories? Things that aren't official Church doctrine.
There was the time where we were learning about the Plan of Salvation and had the promise of being able to create any kind of planet we wanted if we were good ("I'm going for a snowboarding planet," our teacher said.) There was the teacher who handed out a paper with various statements and asked us to guess if those were things the prophet had said. Turned out all of the items on the list were things prophets had said . . . some of them incredibly dated or said before they were even the prophet. (For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure BYU would not have birth control available at the Health Center if it were blatantly against church policy.) There was the time when I went straight from AP Biology where I learned about evolution and it seemed reasonable and fascinating and true to a seminary class where evolution was set up to be a dirty, horrible lie. And then there were the Mormon rumor mill stories such as sightings of Moroni.
And the problem didn't go away when I went to BYU. It was there I learned that the last appropriate Disney movie was Pinocchio, that UFOs visited Earth to visit the place where Christ lived, and . . . well, I won't go into everything Brother Robinson said (though I still like his book). Furthermore, there was a kind of confidence many professors exuded that seemed to imply "I am a smart professor so I know all the answers to every hard question in the gospel."
So, I've been a little bugged about CES since I remembered all of those grievances. Is it entirely possible that when we go to heaven we get to have a snowboarding planet? Yes! Is it probably a good motivation for bored teenagers to pay a little bit more attention in seminary? Yes! But does that mean it should be taught? I'm not so sure about that. It seems like the media attaches itself to our more "obscure" doctrines, the ones that sound weird without context. To spend a lot of time teaching them only aggravates the problem. The reason this bothers me is because there are good people who would want to hear more about the Church but are turned off by the "weird" things they hear about us out of context.
I think what bothers me the most is that the CES has such an influence on what members believe. Teenagers just don't pay attention in Sunday School, so the only time you can catch them is in seminary. Once you get to college, Sunday School is full of comments such as, "My teacher in New Testament said . . . " Once you get to a family ward and go to normal adult Sunday School, well, there are so many out there things that people say that you have to have a good understanding of the gospel to not get wrapped around the axle. Essentially, a lot of people's understanding of the gospel comes from seminary, institute, and religion teachers.
In addition to this huge responsibility, there's also the added requirement that seminary and religion teachers answer the "hard questions." General Authorities have said that they only answer the general questions, but for young people that's often not enough. So, they turn to their seminary teachers or to Brother Bott to get the specific answers and explanations.
And therein lies the root of the problem which was made manifest this week. When you are expected to answer a lot of hard questions and you answer a lot of them quite well, you may not notice when you are completely wrong about something.
Take blacks and the priesthood, for instance. I recognized what Brother Bott said about race because it was based on what Bruce R. McConkie said in "Mormon Doctrine." I remember pulling that old cream book off the shelf when I was 14 or so and happening to open up to that page. "That's really weird," I remember thinking. Then I checked the copyright page where it said "This is not an official publication of the Church" and life made sense again. My suspicion is that Elder McConkie was trying to explain why blacks couldn't have the priesthood based purely on scripture rather than looking at the history and seeing how the policy crept into the Church. And then Brother Bott used his ideas and let them become his own opinion, and then made the mistake of sharing them with the press, especially without approval. (Now for my unauthorized opinion: I personally have met so many valiant black people that I have trouble believing that they were somehow less faithful during the premortal existence. I think race is a function of how close to the equator people lived, not a punishment or reward, and definitely not a punishment for something Ham did way back when.)
What am I getting at? I think I'll end with a plea. Please, current and future seminary, institute, and religion teachers, please don't delve into speculation. The Church has spent so much effort trying to bring us back into the core doctrines (think 2 years of "Gospel Principles" in RS/EQ) and I don't want it to be in vain. Please realize that you have a huge responsibility and that the youth of the church will remember and believe what you say. Please teach by the Spirit rather than teaching what sounds cool. Above all, please remember this quote by Joseph Smith:
The fundamental principles of our religion are the testimony of the Apostles and Prophets, concerning Jesus Christ, that He died, was buried, and rose again the third day, and ascended into heaven; and all other things which pertain to our religion are only appendages to it.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Nurturing
I just got back from visiting teaching. The lesson was entitled "Guardians of the Hearth" and it discussed nurturing. One of the quotes was from President Hinckley where he said,
“You are the bearers of the children. You are they who nurture them and establish within them the habits of their lives. No other work reaches so close to divinity as does the nurturing of the sons and daughters of God.”
Quotes like this have sometimes troubled me for a variety of reasons. The first reason is the huge amount of responsibility I feel when I read about nurturing. You see, I may have a slight phobia of babies. I like them, but I've never been one to go out of my way to pick them up or play with them. While some of my friends became aunts or uncles when they were about 8 years old, I was 8 years old the last time I really spent much time with a little baby (my youngest brother). I didn't do too much babysitting, and even when I babysat younger cousins or nieces or nephews I never felt like I was the primary one taking care of the babies.
So, to hear that I have the divine role of nurturing feels like a great burden. Especially with a little baby boy coming in about 3 months.
And goodness knows that I'm not the only woman who feels this way. I think there are a lot of women in the Church who get almost annoyed when they hear that they're "supposed" to be good at nurturing. "But what about the rest of my skill set?" they wonder. "Why do 75-year-old men feel like they can pigeonhole me into a corner with what my personality and skills are supposed to be?"
To some extent, I've sort of felt that way. But I said something while I was visiting teaching that surprised me. I said, "What President Hinckley's saying is that nurturing is part of our divine role, even if it's not part of our personality."
Thing is, there are lots and lots of things we are asked to do that we just plain aren't good at. Many men don't feel like they're cut out to be Young Men's President because they don't feel fun enough. Many women don't feel charitable enough to be Relief Society President. And then there are the less temporary callings, like being a parent, which no one is actually qualified for.
But the point is, if God calls us to do something, then He will give us the capability to accomplish it. Furthermore, sometimes He tells us we are good at something or that we're supposed to do something, not because we're actually good at it, but because we can become good at it.
So even though I'm scared about taking on a new responsibility of nurturing my own children, I can have the confidence that I'll be prepared for it because it is my divine role.
“You are the bearers of the children. You are they who nurture them and establish within them the habits of their lives. No other work reaches so close to divinity as does the nurturing of the sons and daughters of God.”
Quotes like this have sometimes troubled me for a variety of reasons. The first reason is the huge amount of responsibility I feel when I read about nurturing. You see, I may have a slight phobia of babies. I like them, but I've never been one to go out of my way to pick them up or play with them. While some of my friends became aunts or uncles when they were about 8 years old, I was 8 years old the last time I really spent much time with a little baby (my youngest brother). I didn't do too much babysitting, and even when I babysat younger cousins or nieces or nephews I never felt like I was the primary one taking care of the babies.
So, to hear that I have the divine role of nurturing feels like a great burden. Especially with a little baby boy coming in about 3 months.
And goodness knows that I'm not the only woman who feels this way. I think there are a lot of women in the Church who get almost annoyed when they hear that they're "supposed" to be good at nurturing. "But what about the rest of my skill set?" they wonder. "Why do 75-year-old men feel like they can pigeonhole me into a corner with what my personality and skills are supposed to be?"
To some extent, I've sort of felt that way. But I said something while I was visiting teaching that surprised me. I said, "What President Hinckley's saying is that nurturing is part of our divine role, even if it's not part of our personality."
Thing is, there are lots and lots of things we are asked to do that we just plain aren't good at. Many men don't feel like they're cut out to be Young Men's President because they don't feel fun enough. Many women don't feel charitable enough to be Relief Society President. And then there are the less temporary callings, like being a parent, which no one is actually qualified for.
But the point is, if God calls us to do something, then He will give us the capability to accomplish it. Furthermore, sometimes He tells us we are good at something or that we're supposed to do something, not because we're actually good at it, but because we can become good at it.
So even though I'm scared about taking on a new responsibility of nurturing my own children, I can have the confidence that I'll be prepared for it because it is my divine role.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Pregnant Ponderings, Part . . . Two?
Lately, life's been good. Lots of school, lots of homework, lots of working on thesis, lots of old Arthur episodes, lots of graduate schools accepting Kevin for his PhD . . . just busy and good.
There's not a whole lot to report on, but here's a list of some mildly interesting things:
~Environmental or Economical?: A few weeks ago I talked to a professor about some homework points, and before we got very far into the discussion, he said, "I notice that you and your husband like to use as few sheets of paper as possible. Is this environmental or economical?"
Actually, it's neither. It's probably a habit I've developed over 16 years of school, coupled with a strong dislike of wastefulness (not necessarily environmentally driven). So I didn't quite know how to respond to him. I stuttered out, "I think it's laziness . . . no, I don't need paper . . . no, I just bought a ream not that long ago . . ." (And since then I've used more paper per assignment.)
Then, a few days ago, I got homework back for another class. This required a printout of a plot which was mostly black. Since the printer I usually use doesn't do a good job with black, I inverted the image so that it was mostly white. I put a little note on the printout saying, "I inverted this to save ink." When I got the assignment back, I had full points, but he had underlined where I wrote "to save ink" and said, "Wow! Nice. Either environmentally conscious or budget conscious -> both admirable." I guess some professors are more a fan of the "environmental or economical" than others.
~Liken the Scriptures: I have a goal to read the Old Testament this year, and right now I'm smack dab in the middle of Leviticus. It's been . . . difficult. I know there's lots of wonderful symbolism in the Law of Moses, but it's just not all that interesting to read. The Institute manual I've been using has helped a lot, but still. I just don't care about the dimensions of the tabernacle or the Church Handbook in 1500 B.C. Worst part is, sometimes there are unmet expectations. Like when you think of Exodus, you think, "Oh! Story of Moses! That story rocks!" and it does. And then you get into the wilderness, and Exodus goes downhill from there in terms of storytelling. (Again, it's full of wonderful symbolism, but the story is just not there.) Like, I knew Leviticus and Numbers would be tedious, but Exodus?
It's like driving to eastern Kansas on I-70. The first part of the trip is like Genesis. It's interesting. Especially there at the end when you're going through all the red rock. Then you get to western Colorado and it's still exciting and interesting and full of tunnels (I love tunnels). And similarly, the beginning of Exodus still has a great story.
But then comes east of Denver. And nothing against Colorado, but eastern Colorado just isn't that great to look at. I mean, people give Kansas a hard time for being flat, but there's plenty of Colorado which is just as flat as western Kansas. In fact, once you hit Hays or Salina, Kansas isn't flat at all!
So where am I going with this analogy? Eastern Colorado = 2nd half of Exodus (definitely not living up to its name, either the state or the book). Western Kansas = Leviticus (long and flat and painful, but you were expecting it). Eastern Kansas = Numbers (interesting again). I mean, I think Numbers is more interesting than Leviticus. Doesn't it have the story about people eating so much quail that they throw it up through their noses?
I'm pretty sure that's not what they mean when they say liken the scriptures, but hey. There's a lot in Leviticus that I don't plan on likening to myself. Like not eating pork.
Here's a picture for good measure:
(speaking of Colorado and Kansas . . . it's been way too long since we visited family out there. We'll stop by this summer. Probably when we drive to wherever we're going for grad school.)
~Baby update: My belly button popped out. Yup.
And there you have it. My deepest thoughts from the past few weeks. :)
There's not a whole lot to report on, but here's a list of some mildly interesting things:
~Environmental or Economical?: A few weeks ago I talked to a professor about some homework points, and before we got very far into the discussion, he said, "I notice that you and your husband like to use as few sheets of paper as possible. Is this environmental or economical?"
Actually, it's neither. It's probably a habit I've developed over 16 years of school, coupled with a strong dislike of wastefulness (not necessarily environmentally driven). So I didn't quite know how to respond to him. I stuttered out, "I think it's laziness . . . no, I don't need paper . . . no, I just bought a ream not that long ago . . ." (And since then I've used more paper per assignment.)
Then, a few days ago, I got homework back for another class. This required a printout of a plot which was mostly black. Since the printer I usually use doesn't do a good job with black, I inverted the image so that it was mostly white. I put a little note on the printout saying, "I inverted this to save ink." When I got the assignment back, I had full points, but he had underlined where I wrote "to save ink" and said, "Wow! Nice. Either environmentally conscious or budget conscious -> both admirable." I guess some professors are more a fan of the "environmental or economical" than others.
~Liken the Scriptures: I have a goal to read the Old Testament this year, and right now I'm smack dab in the middle of Leviticus. It's been . . . difficult. I know there's lots of wonderful symbolism in the Law of Moses, but it's just not all that interesting to read. The Institute manual I've been using has helped a lot, but still. I just don't care about the dimensions of the tabernacle or the Church Handbook in 1500 B.C. Worst part is, sometimes there are unmet expectations. Like when you think of Exodus, you think, "Oh! Story of Moses! That story rocks!" and it does. And then you get into the wilderness, and Exodus goes downhill from there in terms of storytelling. (Again, it's full of wonderful symbolism, but the story is just not there.) Like, I knew Leviticus and Numbers would be tedious, but Exodus?
It's like driving to eastern Kansas on I-70. The first part of the trip is like Genesis. It's interesting. Especially there at the end when you're going through all the red rock. Then you get to western Colorado and it's still exciting and interesting and full of tunnels (I love tunnels). And similarly, the beginning of Exodus still has a great story.
But then comes east of Denver. And nothing against Colorado, but eastern Colorado just isn't that great to look at. I mean, people give Kansas a hard time for being flat, but there's plenty of Colorado which is just as flat as western Kansas. In fact, once you hit Hays or Salina, Kansas isn't flat at all!
So where am I going with this analogy? Eastern Colorado = 2nd half of Exodus (definitely not living up to its name, either the state or the book). Western Kansas = Leviticus (long and flat and painful, but you were expecting it). Eastern Kansas = Numbers (interesting again). I mean, I think Numbers is more interesting than Leviticus. Doesn't it have the story about people eating so much quail that they throw it up through their noses?
I'm pretty sure that's not what they mean when they say liken the scriptures, but hey. There's a lot in Leviticus that I don't plan on likening to myself. Like not eating pork.
Here's a picture for good measure:
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| Either eastern Colorado or western Kansas. Pretty, but flat. |
(speaking of Colorado and Kansas . . . it's been way too long since we visited family out there. We'll stop by this summer. Probably when we drive to wherever we're going for grad school.)
~Baby update: My belly button popped out. Yup.
And there you have it. My deepest thoughts from the past few weeks. :)
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Kicking
Baby Moon has been kicking for a little while now, and it's been loads of fun. One night I was thinking about the phrase "I bet he's going to be a soccer player when he grows up!" that I occasionally hear, and have started to agree with. Then I wondered if David Beckham's mom ever said that.
Come to think of it, soccer's probably the only sport our boy has got a shot at. 5'4 mom + 5'5 dad = no chance in the NBA. Or football or baseball or basically any sport.
Come to think of it, soccer's probably the only sport our boy has got a shot at. 5'4 mom + 5'5 dad = no chance in the NBA. Or football or baseball or basically any sport.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Why it's okay to be wrong sometimes
Three years ago today: Tuesday, January 13th, 2009. I walked into the CAEDM lab and sat down next to my friend Dan. He pointed across the table to a guy doing homework and said, "Kyra, this is my lab partner Kevin. Kevin Moon."
"Oh!" I said excitedly. "So you're the one with the lab kit that says Kevin Moon on it. I was wondering who the other K. Moon was."
"Your last name is Moon too?" he asked.
"Yup! You descended from Henry Moon?" I asked. (Henry Moon was one of those old Mormon pioneers born in 1819 who had three wives.)
"Yup. Henry Moon," he responded almost simultaneously.
And then I thought, "Well, that's one guy I'd never date."
"Oh!" I said excitedly. "So you're the one with the lab kit that says Kevin Moon on it. I was wondering who the other K. Moon was."
"Your last name is Moon too?" he asked.
"Yup! You descended from Henry Moon?" I asked. (Henry Moon was one of those old Mormon pioneers born in 1819 who had three wives.)
"Yup. Henry Moon," he responded almost simultaneously.
And then I thought, "Well, that's one guy I'd never date."
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Babies and Balloons
I'm having a boy!!! Kevin and I went to the ultrasound, and besides impressing the technician with our vast array of knowledge from our one day of MRI class (using terminology such as "axial cut" and "frequency"), we got to see our little boy!
"Cheapskate," Kevin muttered.
And suddenly it became a lot more real. Oh, we've been having discussions about kids and how we'll raise them and whatnot (poor little guy . . . it's already been predetermined that whatever he wants to do in life, he'll have to major in engineering first), but now there's a . . . body to put with all those ideals and discussions.
Am I ready? Of course not. Will I ever be ready? Doubt it. But at least today, I learned that there's one aspect of motherhood/domesticity that I'm improving on -- looking for bargains.
After we found out, we went to Macey's to pick up a blue balloon. On the way in, we also remembered that we needed to pick up some mayonnaise. As we were coming through the doors I saw a little girl walking out with a pink balloon. Then I saw balloons tied to all the cash registers. Something clicked in my mind.
"Kevin," I said excitedly. "I bet if we asked, we could get a balloon for free."
"No, just go over to the back corner to buy a balloon," he responded.
"No, just go over to the back corner to buy a balloon," he responded.
"No, let's get the mayonnaise first and then go through the line and ask if we can have one of them."
He rolled his eyes but walked over to the condiments aisle. He continued to protest, saying things like, "How are you going to ask for one?" or "I'm pretty sure those are just for little kids," to which I responded, "There's a little little kid inside me, so that counts." We picked up the mayonnaise and then got in a line.
"What are these balloons up for?" I asked eagerly, noticing a little boy walking away with a blue balloon.
"Oh, just for fun. Do you want one?" the cashier asked (perhaps she had heard my conversation with Kevin at the front of the store). I nodded happily. After explaining that I wanted a blue balloon and not an orange balloon (and telling her why), we left with one small bottle of mayonnaise and one free blue balloon.
"Cheapskate," Kevin muttered.
"Brilliant," I corrected him.
So, despite all my fears and inadequacies, at least I know how to get free balloons.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Pregnant Ponderings
This break has been incredibly relaxing. I can't remember the last time I was so thoroughly useless (well, maybe last Christmas), and I can't foresee another time when I'll have the luxury of being so thoroughly useless (until I'm like 80).
While I was lounging about, I had some deep thoughts on life. Well, relatively deep. Here they are in no particular order.
1. When you get pregnant, there are some questions you come to expect such as, "How far along are you?" "How sick have you been?" or "How much weight have you gained/lost?" However, there's been one question that has been asked a lot (pretty much every time I've told someone the news in person): "Was this planned?" (or the similar "How long had you been trying?")
I don't know why, but that question sure surprised me. In some cases it even preceded the person's congratulations. I suppose it's a natural thing to be curious about, and I'd rather have people ask me to my face than not, but I sure wasn't expecting it.
2. Kevin likes chocolate more than I do. So does his whole family. They also like cheesecake a whole lot more than I do. This has raised interesting questions in my mind about nature/nurture and why people like the foods they do. I remember that I didn't really like cinnamon bears until my mom started eating a lot of them. Then I realized that if I wanted candy then I had to like cinnamon bears. I've liked them ever since. I think the same thing applies to Kevin and cheesecake.
(As a side note, I feel like whenever I visit either side of the family, I'm more prone to analyze behaviors and traditions a lot more than I used to [essentially taking notes on what works and what doesn't for our future family]. Considering how much I absolutely detest feeling analyzed, I feel kind of hypocritical in doing this. But this whole candy/dessert difference really has me fascinated so I can't help myself.)
3. Speaking of food, Christmas break has been good to me and I'm finally starting to show. I usually gain weight when I go home (you know, regular meals, not walking to campus anymore, etc.), and I lose it after a few days of normal life. It's weird putting myself in the mindset that I'm supposed to gain weight and not fit into my clothes anymore. Guess I've listened to the subliminal messages of society just like every other woman . . .
4. It's funny: You can be surrounded by people you love, have no real chores, have 3+ delicious meals a day, enjoy comfortable room temperatures, take longer showers, and be surrounded by every book or movie that you might want to read or watch, and yet you still prefer to be at your cold little apartment in your own bed than at your parents' house. Last year my mom told me she was impressed that we survived staying at my parents' house for a week without going crazy, and I didn't see what she was talking about. Now I sort of do, though I'm not sure why it is.
5. I got maternity pants, and I don't know that I'll ever want to go back.
6. I've started making the transition in my mind from a student to a mom, and with that transition has come a desire to be less nerdy. In some ways that's probably a lost cause because I will probably always prefer factoring numbers, reading, and talking to guys to decorating, crafting, and talking to girls (though I still really like Relief Society). However, there might be hope: I recently took this test http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html and only scored 14%. So I think I deserve a refund on those brownies I made sophomore year for racking up the most nerd points throughout the semester.
7. I had the chance to watch some TV shows over the break that I hadn't seen before, and I came to the conclusion that I prefer the 2 hour story to the 42 minute or 30 episode story. I don't know what it is about TV shows, but there was something about them that seemed a great deal hokier than movies. Perhaps it's because they don't spend as long developing each episode as movie writers do for movies, or maybe there's a different set of acting skills preferred for TV, but I felt like I haven't really been missing much by not owning a TV.
Well, now you've gotten a little peek into my mind. Soon it will be full of plenty of other stuff, don't worry.
While I was lounging about, I had some deep thoughts on life. Well, relatively deep. Here they are in no particular order.
1. When you get pregnant, there are some questions you come to expect such as, "How far along are you?" "How sick have you been?" or "How much weight have you gained/lost?" However, there's been one question that has been asked a lot (pretty much every time I've told someone the news in person): "Was this planned?" (or the similar "How long had you been trying?")
I don't know why, but that question sure surprised me. In some cases it even preceded the person's congratulations. I suppose it's a natural thing to be curious about, and I'd rather have people ask me to my face than not, but I sure wasn't expecting it.
2. Kevin likes chocolate more than I do. So does his whole family. They also like cheesecake a whole lot more than I do. This has raised interesting questions in my mind about nature/nurture and why people like the foods they do. I remember that I didn't really like cinnamon bears until my mom started eating a lot of them. Then I realized that if I wanted candy then I had to like cinnamon bears. I've liked them ever since. I think the same thing applies to Kevin and cheesecake.
(As a side note, I feel like whenever I visit either side of the family, I'm more prone to analyze behaviors and traditions a lot more than I used to [essentially taking notes on what works and what doesn't for our future family]. Considering how much I absolutely detest feeling analyzed, I feel kind of hypocritical in doing this. But this whole candy/dessert difference really has me fascinated so I can't help myself.)
3. Speaking of food, Christmas break has been good to me and I'm finally starting to show. I usually gain weight when I go home (you know, regular meals, not walking to campus anymore, etc.), and I lose it after a few days of normal life. It's weird putting myself in the mindset that I'm supposed to gain weight and not fit into my clothes anymore. Guess I've listened to the subliminal messages of society just like every other woman . . .
4. It's funny: You can be surrounded by people you love, have no real chores, have 3+ delicious meals a day, enjoy comfortable room temperatures, take longer showers, and be surrounded by every book or movie that you might want to read or watch, and yet you still prefer to be at your cold little apartment in your own bed than at your parents' house. Last year my mom told me she was impressed that we survived staying at my parents' house for a week without going crazy, and I didn't see what she was talking about. Now I sort of do, though I'm not sure why it is.
5. I got maternity pants, and I don't know that I'll ever want to go back.
6. I've started making the transition in my mind from a student to a mom, and with that transition has come a desire to be less nerdy. In some ways that's probably a lost cause because I will probably always prefer factoring numbers, reading, and talking to guys to decorating, crafting, and talking to girls (though I still really like Relief Society). However, there might be hope: I recently took this test http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html and only scored 14%. So I think I deserve a refund on those brownies I made sophomore year for racking up the most nerd points throughout the semester.
7. I had the chance to watch some TV shows over the break that I hadn't seen before, and I came to the conclusion that I prefer the 2 hour story to the 42 minute or 30 episode story. I don't know what it is about TV shows, but there was something about them that seemed a great deal hokier than movies. Perhaps it's because they don't spend as long developing each episode as movie writers do for movies, or maybe there's a different set of acting skills preferred for TV, but I felt like I haven't really been missing much by not owning a TV.
Well, now you've gotten a little peek into my mind. Soon it will be full of plenty of other stuff, don't worry.
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