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Pet Peeve: I Am So Tired Of Being Spoken To Like This By Theists

Condescending theists

I can’t stand condescending adults. You know the sort… the ones who talk to you like you’re five years old even though you might even be older than them? It’s that tone, that waitress tone,

“How’s everything tasting, here?” said like she’s operating a feathered puppet to coax a toddler into answering her. That grating tone that adults usually reserve for small children. I don’t know what it is about me, but I attract this tone from people. Tenfold since I became Godless Mom.

This week I got the thirtieth email in as many days, asking me why I hate theists. Only, this time it was typed in this condescending tone like I was being reprimanded for not eating my broccoli,

Hello, I’ve looked through your page and want to ask why do you have so much hate? I’m a religious man, I see God everywhere and one thing the bible does say is to accept everyone. I don’t appreciate everything your saying about religious people’s choice, people who really do follow god and listen to the word would never treat you the same.
Continuing on, I once had hate in my heart. But one you reliquesh it and realize god has a plan for everyone you feel amazing

In case you couldn’t pinpoint the condescending tone, it’s right where this guy assumes I hate him because we differ in opinion on religion. You know what? Assume isn’t the right word. He is literally telling me that I hate him. He hasn’t asked if I do. He hasn’t asked what my opinion of religious people is, he’s just decided for me that I hate him because I’m just a little girl who couldn’t have sorted out her own feelings without him.

You know, it’s weird, I have never gotten an email from a Seahawks fan asking why I hate them. Even though I have been known to verbally pummel the Seattle Chickenhawks as often as life will give me the opportunity. This team, I believe, is the NFL’s version of Satan, with their neon green uniforms that violate the Geneva Convention in three places and their uncalled-for domination of the airwaves around here. I don’t like this team and I’m not shy about it. But I’ve never had a Seahawks fan ask why I hate him.

I have also never had a Collective Soul fan wonder why I hate them. I make no secret of the fact that I believe this band was only popular because they found themselves a genie who granted them three wishes: 1) give us chest hair, 2) make our band popular, and 3) world peace, but unfortunately, the Genie heard "whirled peas." I’m fairly certain there are prisons around the world that use “Shine” as part of their interrogation process. I talk often about how there’s nothing remotely enjoyable about their music, and I have never had an email from a Collective Soul fan telling me I hate them.

I’ve never had a note from a country fan declaring that I hate them, despite the fact that I’d rather go bare-assed on a sandpaper slide than listen to popular country music. I can literally taste the inbreeding when some blonde-haired, blue-eyed clone starts wailing about dead daddies and lame horses and cheatin’ hubbies. I bet there is a handful of you out there reading this thinking, “How can you hate country music?” but I’d be willing to bet my next paycheck, none of you think I hate you.

I’ve never been asked why I hate city people, even though I’d likely just implode if I ever had to live in the city again. I like the city about as much as I like the idea of performing a synchronized swimming routine with Oprah in a vat of acid. If you want to spend half your life sitting in traffic and paying over-inflated housing costs for a beautiful view of concrete, you do you. It ain’t for me. But none of you city folk are gonna ask me why I hate you.

No one has ever asked me why I hate fans of the television show Orange Is The New Black, regardless of the fact that despite trying a dozen times to get into it, I just couldn’t do it. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t feel the, “haha, prison!” theme. I liked the book, don’t get me wrong. The show is… well… it’s like those frozen hors d’ouvres you get at Costco: looked good on the box, but wholly underwhelming once consumed.  I don’t like the show, but there’s a curious lack of OITNB fans in my inbox asking why I hate them.

I can disagree with people on many topics:  the death penalty, abortion, legalizing drugs, socialism, animal rights, taxation, health care, and immigration, and yet none of these disagreements end in the other person assuming I hate them. No, that only happens when I express my opinion on religion. Religion is the one topic you must either agree on or keep quiet your disagreement, or else you’re a fucking hater.

Here’s the thing, though: I don’t hate you. I don’t like some of the ideas you hold dear, but that does not mean I hate you. You are more than your religion, as is evidenced by the fact that people convert to new religions and leave religion behind often. You are more than your belief in god. You are more than your traditions, rituals, and holy books. You are so much more than these things, and it appears it takes an infidel to tell you that.

I’m sorry I don’t like the idea of your god. I’m sorry I don’t like your religion. I’m sorry I loathe these ideas of yours, but it will take a lot more than that to get me to hate you. I loathe these ideas precisely because I love people, and I strongly believe that these ideas you hold dear could be a net loss for our world.

You know what I think? I think you want atheists to hate you. I think you romanticize the idea because it gives you a reason to look down on us. That’s why you never ask, “Do you actually hate me?” instead of condescendingly telling us we do because you know as well as I do that our answer isn’t going to fit your narrative.

But that brings about an important question: when your faith leads you to literally fantasize about groups of people hating you, is it any wonder we are critical of it? Not really, right? Because that’s what decent people who don’t hate you would do, right?

So, no, we don’t hate you. We think some of your ideas are shitty is all. Plus, we like to talk about it. So, maybe next time, you’ll ask an atheist if they hate you instead of telling them that they do. Maybe next time, you’ll drop the condescending attitude and try to speak to us as though we are equal to you. Because if you don’t, one day you might actually find an atheist who hates you, but it’s going to have nothing, the fuck, at all to do with your religion and everything to do with your complete inability to speak to an adult without sounding like you have your hand crammed in a puppet.

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This brings to mind the Quora answer to the question about why people get angry when they share the word of god. See the picture.

It is about how they are taught to believe about others in order to keep them from questioning their faith or beliefs, and keeps them from straying. The condescension is taught to them as a tool to keep us from connecting with them in a positive way, it keeps us confrontational so that we confirm the biases they’ve been taught about others.



The bible tells them the world will hate them because they believe. Satan owns the world Christians are trying to escape. Satan is the evil bringer of knowledge that God said we couldn't touch. Christianity and knowledge are mortal enemies. They both can't survive in the same place.


Courtney Heard
Courtney Heard

@mark are you responding to me or the person I was responding to?


Mark Mac Donald
Mark Mac Donald

Anybody that claims the gods exist and that others should listen to them when not a shred of demonstrable evidence can be presented, deserves MUCH MORE than condescension. You deserve to be called out for being irrational and delusional, as well. By the very definition of existence, one MUST be able to demonstrate existence. YOU cannot. So, yes, you deserve condescension. Lots of it


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