Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Gossip...




The Real Housewives of New Jersey

I have  a little secret. My guilty pleasure is trash T.V. Mainly the Real Housewives, because it makes me feel good about my life. One thing that I can't get over is the amount of gossip that goes on. 

The Real Housewives of Orange County

I can't pretend I've never done it, because I have. I'm human, and I have flaws. Does that make it right? Nope, but it's out there. 

 The Real Housewives of New York City Season 5, Ep. 7 "Good Trip, Bad Fall"

When I was in school, I read a play called "Doubt". There was one passage in the play that really stood out in my mind:

“Father Brendan Flynn: "A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you gut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!”
John Patrick Shanley, Doubt  

Something to think about. Amazing huh?

Nicole

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