Getting arrested by the fashion police!

I have often heard jokes about the fashion police. I’ve even tried to make some, though my jokes usually don’t work well. But when I see some poor man who has no fashion sense at all who finds himself the unlucky object of a paparazzi's lens, I would know enough to call the fashion police. Please. This is probably not shot in Florida so not DeSantis's goons arresting a drag queen.

If someone is being arrested, the guy in a sloppy blue shirt should be for his own well-being and ours.

In Italy, beginning in the early Renaissance until about the middle of the 17th century,  there really were fashion police. The Sumptuary Laws attempted to control what people wore. For example, priests did not always dress in black as they do today, but in the 15th century it became regulated, I think first in Florence.

But laws were enacted in Florence, Siena, Milan, Venice, and I presume Rome, which restricted things like jewelry, furs, leather, gold, and sleeves. It seems to be an attempt to reinforce a social hierarchy, nobility keeping the upwardly mobile merchant class in its place, the women of the upper classes attracting husbands of means, etc.

I’ve researched some of the history of the fashion police.

This is apparently a Neapolitan woman being arrested for wearing too much refinery in public.

This is also a picture of a very well-dressed man making some kind of advances on a woman.

But then Google took me in another direction with regard to the Italian fashion police. I got sidetracked into a survey of the current state of Italian police fashion, and it is quite a statement in itself!

I think that it is probably not good to run afoul of the law in any country. But if you want to be arrested by well dressed police, Italy's the place. They do take fashion seriously.

“Don’t speak ill of the dead.”

My mother said that many times. It might be an old Irish warning before they broke out the whiskey at the wake.

OK, but I am not going to join the chorus of praise for the pope emeritus either. And it has begun in full force. I will bet money that the cause for his canonization has already been written and is a foregone conclusion. He was probably not the pernicious conservative rat that the neo-libs want to portray, but he was no angel. He loved his cats, so not all bad, but he was a little too gay for most conservatives. There might be a fight between cat lovers and opponents of those crazy red pumps. 

I just listened to an interview with the neo-conservative George Weigel

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-B24f34jUU. He talks about the bromance between John Paul 2 and Ratzinger. According to Weigel, this is the heart of their argument: “The Council had really been the work of the holy spirit, but its implementation had been less than satisfactory because it had not been properly understood. It was not seen in the context of the church’s settled tradition.” So they set out to give the Council an authoritative interpretation. Their contention was that the Council was not a paradigm shift; it was not starting the catholic church over again. 

This is my view. When the fathers in charge surveyed the work of Vatican 2, and realized that it spelled the end of the monarchy that their power and livelihood depended on, they began the process of limiting the damage. Paul 6 was the harbinger. Still in the thrall of John 23, he was neither a visionary nor a strong man; either would have been a disqualifier for the enclave that elected him. John Paul 1 may or may not have unleashed a hornet's nest by starting an audit of the finances of the Holy See, and he didn’t live long enough to even really begin the work. However the scare was enough to propel the unlikely, and extremely conservative Wojtyła to almost 3 decades of fomenting and leading a backlash, hounding Arrupe and all the liberal Jesuits who were involved in social action and, god forbid, liberation theology, the list goes on, but he had an amazing team of supporters, Subito Santo. He anointed the man who just died to continue the work of “reinterpreting” Vatican 2. 

I was elated when Ratzinger resigned. He lived on and had a nice retirement. But my gut feeling is that he became a kind of Silenced Saint. Support for an all-powerful papal monarchy has become more entrenched, and perhaps even increased. Look at how tired and worn out Francis looks after 10 years.

How much support could we gather for a “Get back to Jesus” movement in the Roman church? Well, at least Ratzinger is no longer available to write a compelling list of reasons against it while pretending that it’s already in place.

The word for the day is “bowdlerize,” as in he was great if we can just cut out the offensive parts, or why in hell didn’t he consult the damage control consultants beforehand? Here are some of my favorite bits from the life of Ratzinger et al:

Regarding the rehabilitation of neo-Nazi Bishop Richard Williamson of the Society of Pius X  by lifting his excommunication. https://truthspinners.blogspot.com/2009/02/problem-with-benedict.html

And moving right along, his pandering to sex abusers mixed in with his nifty red slippers, https://truthspinners.blogspot.com/2021/07/no-sackcloth-and-ashes-for-these-guys.html

Francis is not going to win the cold hearts of the neo-con's with this less than regal pic.

What in the name of god were we thinking?

What did we imagine we were doing? 

A woman friend from Claudio Naranjo’s early Berkeley SAT groups called and asked if I would be interested in joining her for some kind of spiritual event. I can’t remember if there was any real information about the evening other than it was being organized by a friend of a friend, a Chinese-American woman whom my friend had met in Scientology. She lived in the predominantly Asian suburb of El Cerrito.

It was just before dusk when we began looking for street parking between the driveways of the ordinary middle class, very non-descript track homes. Most of the neighbors were already home from work so it took some time. We eventually found our way into a large two car garage, complete with neatly arranged storage boxes. My memory tells me that there were more than 50 people sitting on the folding chairs, but my rational mind won’t admit more than 35 into the space. There was as I recall a slightly raised platform where the speaker sat. He was introduced by our hostess. 

After he told us who he was, and I think some history of his spiritual lineage, he said that he was going into a semi-trance and the spirit of Rasputin would be speaking through him. Though he, or Rasputin, would not invite questions, he said that if we paid attention, and held a question in our hearts, we would find an answer.

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Actually our medium had been a used car salesman as I recall who found his way to Dianetics. Apparently a bit of clearing opened the way for a Russian mystic gone rogue who could now proffer valuable advice so that we need not repeat his tragic mistakes. I found no answers but maybe I didn’t have any good questions except where did our semi trance medium pick up the Russian accent. It was pretty hilarious. Yes, he did more than a full hour sounding like a drunk Boris Yeltsin. 

I held my tongue, paid the requested donation of 5 bucks, it might have been as high as 10, and left rather unenlightened other than knowing that finding parking in El Cerrito hills after 6 PM was not a piece of cake. I think it turned to my friend and said, well that was something. I don’t know what the financial arrangement was between the host and the medium, but the take could have been anywhere for 350 to 500 dollars, or more--in 1990 dollars. Not bad, better than hanging out trying to sell beat up Toyotas or Volgas.