And so it begins..

Curse you, g-mail..

Eh. I guess the prominent issue on my mind is marriage, considering that was our topic of discussion in Great Books of Literature. Let's get one thing straight: Ladies, for the love of god, marry a man. Don't marry a pansy who disrespects his mother and can't take care of himself. Eventually you'll get sick of it, and he'll move on to someone else to play his Florence Nightingale.

I'm so sick and tired of feminists who think they have to be on equal level with their husbands. I'm sorry; read the Bible. Submission tends to be the prevailing word. No, that doesn't mean if he beats the living heck out of you that you should sit back and go "okay honey." It means let him handle the affairs; you take care of the freaking children and household chores. Don't expect him to do it, because he won't know what the devil he's doing. Men can't multi-task. It's scientifically proven.

And guys, grow up. Honestly. The world doesn't revolve around you and your glorious problems. You've every right to expect a woman to take care of you, but she's got every right to expect you to be a man and take care of her in the way you would.

And please, don't marry someone and start wondering how long it's going to last. If you love God, and they love God, and you love them without this foolish blindness that most people harbor these days which tells you you should be with someone even though they're in some way absolutely unfit for marriage, it'll last. You can make it last with the proper understanding of how to deal with your petty problems.

The ranting is through.

The Start of Something New

Thanks to Timothy and his superior blog-creating skills for making an extremely helpful contribution to the great beauty of this blog.

Let me start by clearing up some questions that I'm sure have arisen in the viewer's mind. What does billet-doux mean, you may ask. It means love letter. No, I certainly don't intend to spew love letters on this blog. It's simply a corny, cultural way of expressing some inner desire to love and be loved. And the title? That means "manage your own." That's my way of conveying some inner desire to tell the majority of humanity to grow up and live your lives like you were meant to, as God intended you to. And yes, I like French. Deal with it.

I haven't the faintest idea of what direction this blog is going to take, but I will warn that I have a lot of interests: politics, literature, apologetics, philosophy, music, art, etc. Some days I might need to rant, some days that ranting will take a more Christianity-related turn. Some days I may discuss the stupidity of Obama bin Biden. One may never know.

Either way, enjoy.