If I could have one wish for Christmas, it would be for an end to ideology in 2003.
One of the worst areas for this is religion. I am so darn tired of people telling me their religious beliefs, either in e-mails, by collaring me in person and, or by making some subtle remark that’s supposed to let me know I’m heading straight for hell. This happened a few Christmases ago, when a very religious relative asked me if I was a “secular humanist.” I’d never heard the term before, so I said, “You mean someone who’s not religious but tries to do the right thing anyway? Sounds pretty good to me.” Only later did I learn she was implying I was so close to hell, the tips of my toes were burning already.