Every once in a while, I get a thoughtful email from a religious student asking for help with an assignment. Usually, it’s an assignment for a philosophy class, and requires points of view from various types of people, including atheists. I am always happy to oblige. This time, I got a list of questions from
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Wrestling with insomnia, I fluttered around Reddit last night. Tented by the quilt my husband’s aunt handmade for us, the dim glow of the app’s night mode lit up my face while I skimmed through r/debateandatheist. This is the subreddit where faith goes to die, where it gets cold clocked by the hammer of reason.
Seeing someone pray, to me, can only be described as alarmingly creepy. Watching a person mouth words to something that is not there – to someone who has never believed in a god, it’s like watching an adult pull down his trousers and shit on the floor. You start in with the “Heavenly Father…” bullshit and I’m all
If you’ve ever been completed dumbfounded at a theist’s inability to see the parallels between their own lack of belief in all gods but theirs and an atheist’s lack of belief in all gods including theirs, you’re not alone. A Christian approaches the claim that Vishnu exists the same way us heathens look at Yahweh.
Defying all previous trends, I got an email from a believer a couple of days ago that actually asked a decent question. It was coherent, to the point, and not at all framed in a “gotcha” sort of way. It’s not begging the question, nor erecting straw men. It’s just an honest question from someone
In my long wait for a decent question from a believer, I have collected hundreds of really asinine questions. They sit, collecting on top of themselves, in my inbox, waiting for attention; waiting for an answer. Sometimes, the asker keeps emailing me, “Can’t answer my question? Stupid atheist!” “Why won’t you answer me? Afraid?” And
When I was fifteen, I traveled through Southeast Asia and the South Pacific with my parents. We spent two weeks on the Island of Rarotonga in the Cook Islands. Our little rental bungalow was one of about a dozen encircling a pool, where all the hotel guests gathered in the evening with dinner, drinks and
Most of us have been there before: we’re sat around some huge table, shimmering with silverware and wine glasses, whiffing a savory life-impaired beast that’s been basted to perfection, when the head of the table pipes up and asks you, the sole heathen at the feast, to say grace. You’re like a deer caught in headlights.
I recently received this question on Facebook, I’m in a relationship with an agnostic with extremely religious parents. We have recently had a baby. My partner and our child are currently living with her parents while we save money for our own place. I feel like I’m suffocating because I have to filter myself around her parents. I have
I got this email from a reader, I’m deeply atheist but somehow my daughter “found God” and has my five year old granddaughter brainwashed …. Every time my granddaughter spouts her god talk I tell her “Grandma does not believe in god” and she continues with “why”… This is where you come in. By any chance,