My grandfather was a protestant priest and superintendent. Therefore my mother is religious but quiet about it. My father was a politician of the Christian Democratic Union in Germany and fought for unity and freedom Germany and never opposed same sex marriage or equal rights. Just 40km south of here you're in Bavaria, and once you end up in a small village you have the Catholic nutjobs that actually cause the problems you always hear about. You're religious? Fine with me, just don't rub it in my face and look down upon me for not sharing your belief. Same for vegetarian, vegans, hip-hop-fanatics, you name it. It's your culture, not mine. You can show it to me, but don't force it on me. My husband was in the US for a high school year, down in Louisiana. His foster family was very religious. Very. So much that the mother would pull over her car to pray a thank you when her favorite song was played on the radio. So much that she would rather pray for her son's mental health instead of ensuring he gets health insurance and help. I tried to explain to her that as long as she is against same sex couples adopting children she shouldn't be against sex-ed that would prevent unwanted children. But god forbid, sex ed in schools, the poor kids! Also she seems to hate her environment, judging by what car she drives, how she treats her garbage and how she looks down upon my husband's hybrid car that only needs 1/4 of the fuel hers does. Also she might hate me for not just nodding to everything she says. Because, come on, you can't pray away autism. You can't. No, the kid doesn't need more love (of god), he needs help.
Be religious, be that way, but please don't harm anyone with it!
Also, I chose 2.
