She-Ra; plus, Masters of the Universe

   
   "She-Ra; plus, Masters of the Universe"
   
   While attending Southern Baptist school in the nearly deep south of Arkansas, I was amazed, or marveled at their constriction of so much truth--even then, knowing, yet not knowing.
   One girl wasn't allowed to watch The Masters of the Universe, because there was only one Master of the Universe--the Multiverse really, but no details here baby.
   We were also forbidden rock and roll, dungeons & dragons; moreover, the uncouth, metaphorical grope of a woman's firm and symmetrical breasts as might suggest the adulterous fabric of country music.
   I still learned.  King James still the most poetic of them all.  But was ashamed for being there, due to the fact that I was Catholic, or as they said with implying insult:  Roman Catholic.
   And their constant weirdness over the Virgin Mother really pissed me off--as if she is nothing but a creepy witch.
   Alas, nope, I hold no grudge--that is a fool's negative eternity.  And there were sublime times, such as when in the 5th grade our teacher read aloud to us the work of C.S. Lewis; specifically, THE MAGICIAN'S NEPHEW, which is actually the first book in the series, or at least as the history and nature of the theological theme goes.
   So, God Bless them.  But God Bless all my Catholic teachers too.  The Nuns with the "I'll kick your skinny ass" guns.  Them tough, no-nonsense sisters of hungry humility.