Dunno about the biblical crap, but I reckon Foxy's a saint :)

Boazy, on the other hand...

Foxy embodies everything about Christianity that I love.

Boazy embodies everything about it that I loathe.

Seriously, it's Jungian.

If there were no men, who would do all the heavy lifting and who would kill the spiders?

Yeah Wobbles - I used to think men were necessary to open jars and pull up zips...but then they invented gadgets for those chores and there went that argument.

Seriously however - there are men in my life whom I adore and two for whom I would give my life in the blink of an eyelash.(Some others I might have to ponder over for a few minutes).

And on the Foxy/Boazy question? *PUHLEEZE* :). I think I would point to Foxy as being the embodiment of what Christianity is supposed to mean. Boazy, on the other hand? Well he's the embodiment of all that gives Christianity a bad name really, wouldn't you think?

not really necessary, women can get along without any. but probably they would want to keep a few as sex slaves, or laborers.

the problem is not are they necessary, but how to get rid of them. women have been trying to get rid of cockroaches and spiders for thousands of years, and men are much stronger than that, nastier too.

still, genetic engineering does offer hope. a man with reduced intelligence and increased potency could be developed, just smart enough to run a vacuum cleaner, biddable enough to put the toilet seat down, and always available for sexual gratification.

what a wonderful world it will be, unless men destroy it in the meantime, always a possibility.

Thanks to you all - for your kind words and support.

Seeing as BD gave you his version of my lack of understanding of God.

I'd now like to set the record straight - and give you my version:

Once, long ago, in a world of confusion and weariness, there exploded a new and exciting hope. A man appeared in Palestine and spoke in syllables that seemed to come from God. He was a Jew, steeped in the power and beauty of a religious heritage unparalleled in East or West.
He was not locked in bigotry nor did he serve the interests of a single nation or a special race. His blood, indeed, was the sensitive and boiling blood of Abraham and David, the blood that would mark the Jewish peoples in ages to come. His vision, however, went past the boundaries of Palestine to encompass the world. His eyes looked to everyone who hurt, and his healing hand was extended to the weak and sinful woman, the outcast leper, the blind man who had worn out his friends and relatives with his wailing.

Weary men heard him and felt a sudden surge of strength. The guilty listened to him, and began again to respect themselves as men. Fisherman followed him and so did the nobles who had discovered that wine and women did not satisfy each thirsting ache. Some men called him the "God-man," and even those skeptical of his stature marveled at the power of his words.

In a sense he had nothing new to say when he insisted that every commandment must begin and end with love. Man had learnedof love before this God-man came to earth. The Egyptians had tried to love their wives, and Babylonians had been taught to treat each neighbour with dignity and respect. The Jews especially, nourished by the words of Isaias, Ezechiel, and Jeremias, had learned the responsibility of love, and for centuries had struggled to prevent the narrow and arrogant laws of men from smothering the underlying ideal of love.