I’ve never really been a religious person. But this? This doesn’t sound so bad…
Come join the slowest-growing religion in the world — Dudeism. An ancient philosophy that preaches non-preachiness, practices as little as possible, and above all, uh…lost my train of thought there. Anyway, if you’d like to find peace on earth and goodwill, man, we’ll help you get started. Right after a little nap.
That sounds pretty on par with my with my level of commitment to finding my spirituality. Who out there can’t get behind a nap, right?
Now I love the Coen Brothers as much as the next girl. Unless the next girl is Francis McDormand. She SHOULD love them way more than me because they keep that girl working. But I have to tell you Interwebz, The Big Lebowski is not my favorite Coen Bro flick, not by a long shot.
Raising Arizona is. Also, that movie is the one and only time I’ve liked Nicholas Cage. Further evidence of it’s awesome-itude.
But as far as I know, no one has yet to form a religion based on lone bikers of the apocalypse or panties on heads. Though some one really ought to. *adds item to ever growing “to do” list*
Meanwhile, the Big Lebowski is now a deity. As many times as I’ve worshiped at the altar of white russians, I…um…yeah. I just don’t think I do enough drugs to assimilate into this cult.
You can read the laws (or “Duderonomy“) here and decide for yourself.
Now, it’s a basic tenet of the Dudeist ethos to just say “Fuck it,” or “Yeah, well, that’s just, like, you’re opinion, man,” when someone micturates upon our faith. But we’re talking about unchecked theological aggression here, drawing a line in the spiritual sand, Dude. Across this line you do not–also, Dude, “faith” is not the preferred nomenclature–“worldview,” please.
But on the upside? If you get ordained, you can preside over weddings, funerals, and most other religious ceremonies. And everyone knows a party just isn’t a party until someone blesses the keg.
Regardless, I’m going to join at least long enough to justify a nap. Apparently I CAN abide and drool at the same time.
Meanwhile, here’s a kitten playing in slow mo. There aren’t any marshmallow lasers, but it’s still pretty damn empowering.