The girl at the “party” didn’t like that I responded to her question about whether I liked Zwingli. But with this silly hipsterish generation, you can never tell what are socially acceptable actions and which are taboo. A basic rule is that anything substantial or meaningful falls in the taboo category, while anything “random” falls into the cool category. And you notice the obsession of the twenty-somethings with the word “random,” too.
Telling, since the hipster types celebrate the random, in a very patterned, predictive way. But what are normal human interactions are not normal amongst the average “educated” twentysomethings. If someone at a “party” aske me what I think of Zwingli as a reformer, they are going to get a nice deconstruction of how his views are pantheistic, nominalistic and make no sense whatsoever. She began this conversation by assuming I was a moron and didn’t know what “religious orders” were and guffawed me. So I humored her and said, “please explain.” Another hipster with a mohawk joined in. He was a “JesusGod lover, man, God is in everything.” And isn’t the rule for chicks 101 to let the hot one blather on about her cat, her buddhism and her ex?
Anyway, I don’t like to pander to people. So I let her educate me on who the Jesuits were and how they “missionized” her area of Japan (she’s not from Japan). Missionized isn’t a word. She asked me what I thought of Zwingli. I was impressed she knew who this utterly irrelevant dry bones reformer was. Most girls would think that’s a mixed drink. So I responded by tearing Zwinglisim apart. I broke the taboo. I could tell she was bothered by my response (like I care), and she began to fidget. I gathered she was a very liberal Protestant, and then she told me she liked the PCUSA because they constantly reform their beliefs. Epistemological self-consciousness. Van Til would be happy. So I proceeded to try ot missionize her (no dirty jokes) and said that it made no sense to me to be a liberal Protestant who liked a Protestant reformer who drowned other Protestants in a lake. This produced a living room of eerie silence.
She then promptly scooted away from me on the couch. Not a problem. The mohawk and I resumed conversation about how god is in everything, which also got desconstructed and after 5 contradictions within 5 minutes (which were all pointed out), the “party” was over. Wodner why I get invited to so few parties? Well, God save us from cultural inanity.