It's surely a labor of love spending over 100 hours sewing her little mini-36-24-36 vestments, using fabric from an actual clergy shirt...BUT I cannot for the life of me fathom a serious commentary--much less serious heads nodding agreement--that Episcopal Barbie is a sign of hope in what Walter [--. Russell Mead] calls a faltering, gasping, near-death church in his little debbie "Faith Matters: Will Barbie Save the Episcopal Church" ...
"...This, frankly, is a tremendous relief. Every now and then I am tempted to believe that the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States is in a death spiral ... As it moves inexorably toward expulsion from the worldwide Anglican Communion,... I sometimes wonder just where it will all end.
But then I see something like this. There is still hope; we Episcopalians still have a message to the contemporary world. We are ‘fun’. We dress up. We are PC. We have incense. As a church which has borne Christian witness in this land for more than 400 years falls to pieces on our watch and around our ears we have hundreds of hours to spend making vestments for dolls."
THIS from a foreign policy guy at Yale who writes for the Wall Street Journal AND the New Yorker? I thought he was someone with a little gravitas. Turns out he is a batterfried fluffball.
Talk about lost opportunity. The new Episcopal Goddess is totally sans that ''bad'' kind of diversity --not one Transgen Ken or Bi Barbie anywhere on the horizon to muck it up. This baby doll is the perfect All American Alleluia.
One week after Easter Jesus we've got Evangelist Barbie. I say, there musta bin a u-turn somewhere. We're back in the OT with the golden calf.