This is a counter-symbol to Easter in so many ways, I hardly know where to begin.
As soon as it's mid-morning in France, I'm calling the semioticians.
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When I was a kid, my father came home from work carrying a cute little white bunny with red eyes that my brothers and I adopted as our pet. We always wanted a pet and was never allowed to have one. What he neglected to tell us, however, was that this pet was to be around long enough for Easter dinner. So after feeding him for months lettuce leaves (which he preferred over carrots), on Holy Saturday he met his maker. I refused to eat Easter dinner that year amidst all the songs of Alleluia. I don't expect you to post this comment as I've told this story maybe twice in my life to the look of absolute horror on people's faces. But your picture brought back memories.
I HATE the "Easter" bunny. Throw it, and the "Christmas" tree in the rubbish bin with all the other pagan symbols. Give me a paschal lamb and nativity scene any day.
I'll take the bunny, the tree, the paschal lamb, the nativity scene, and all other accouterments of both holidays, especially if they're edible. :) But what I wanted to say was... Semioticians, Father? Have you been reading Lost in the Cosmos or something?
Oddly enough, as your comment arrives, I am in the TV room reading Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols. Just for the fun of the language, not with any serious engagement. It's the sort of thing that goes well with the friary TV room at night.
Father Charles - LOL! You just gave me a flash-back of my early years in my aunt's convent. The nuns would allow an hour of TV at night, and half the fun for them was arguing over what to watch on the merrits of what was least offensive. The inside joke was this was always settled by the Mother superior, so everyone ended up watching what she wanted.
At the time there were only 2 channels, so it wasn't like there was a lot of variety to begin with. Good times...
I understand that the priests of my parish used to race each other back to the rectory to be first at the TV, because one of them would always tune it to EWTN while the others wanted to watch sports...
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When I was a kid, my father came home from work carrying a cute little white bunny with red eyes that my brothers and I adopted as our pet. We always wanted a pet and was never allowed to have one. What he neglected to tell us, however, was that this pet was to be around long enough for Easter dinner. So after feeding him for months lettuce leaves (which he preferred over carrots), on Holy Saturday he met his maker. I refused to eat Easter dinner that year amidst all the songs of Alleluia. I don't expect you to post this comment as I've told this story maybe twice in my life to the look of absolute horror on people's faces. But your picture brought back memories.
I HATE the "Easter" bunny. Throw it, and the "Christmas" tree in the rubbish bin with all the other pagan symbols. Give me a paschal lamb and nativity scene any day.
That picture makes me feel like joining PETA.
Almost.
I'll take the bunny, the tree, the paschal lamb, the nativity scene, and all other accouterments of both holidays, especially if they're edible. :) But what I wanted to say was... Semioticians, Father? Have you been reading Lost in the Cosmos or something?
Oddly enough, as your comment arrives, I am in the TV room reading Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols. Just for the fun of the language, not with any serious engagement. It's the sort of thing that goes well with the friary TV room at night.
Father Charles - LOL! You just gave me a flash-back of my early years in my aunt's convent. The nuns would allow an hour of TV at night, and half the fun for them was arguing over what to watch on the merrits of what was least offensive. The inside joke was this was always settled by the Mother superior, so everyone ended up watching what she wanted.
At the time there were only 2 channels, so it wasn't like there was a lot of variety to begin with. Good times...
Anonymous, that is a gross story but I presume that your family didn't have the money to go out and buy a leg of lamb.
Qualis - how long ago were these things "pagan symbols?" We Christianised them.
I must be thick - I don't get the picture. A toy rabbit and bunny in a wire cage. Am I missing something?
Norah-I just find it amusing to use the image of imprisonment for the liberation of Easter. Good to hear from you!
Is that an actual bunny? I think it might be a stuffed toy.
They are certainly unreal.
I understand that the priests of my parish used to race each other back to the rectory to be first at the TV, because one of them would always tune it to EWTN while the others wanted to watch sports...
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