#god i also wanted the water prophet's cape but it's the one i want the least out of these and is definitely up there on pricing so HRRRNNGG

[jennas-seltzer-review]

White Claw: Ruby Grapefruit Flavor

This is it baby, the most basic seltzer. I feel since grapefruit is a pretty standard seltzer flavor, this is a good baseline for many future ratings. Think about it. Who dislikes the grapefruit flavor anyway? Those people are weird. Grapefruits are a lot of effort to eat (or maybe I’m just bad at eating them) so having them in a seltzer format is ideal. And this one can help you get drunk! Amazing. If you really want that “fresh grapefruit experience,” you can shake the can and open it near your eyes so a bit of grapefruit-esque water can squirt right into your cornea. Just like a real grapefruit!

White Claw is starting to become the Kleenex of spiked seltzer. I have stared at many a Truly’s or Cape Line and called it a White Claw. Look. People know what a White Claw is. People have no idea what you’re saying when you’re all like “I got the Henry’s in the back.” And like, Smirnoff has them now too? But you can’t just be all like “Have a Smirnoff,” because 1) gross and 2) you have to clarify these days. A Smirnoff what? A Smirnoff Ice? A Smirnoff Mixer? A shot of the extremely delicious yet equally dangerous Smirnoff Red White and Blue? A Smirnoff vodka tampon? Bitch which is it???

Okay okay I’m digressing and I’m digressing hard. Ruby Grapefruit White Claw. Revolutionary. Gone are the days of mixing some shitty vodka with La Croix Pampelmousse and calling it a “health-conscious way of destroying my own liver.” The great prophet Post Malone may have once said “shorty mixing up the vodka with the ‘Lee-Croix’” but I haven’t been shorty since at least 2017.

Oh my god I digressed again. Sorry, team. Okay so Ruby Grapefruit. Let’s start with the can aesthetics. White Claws have a visually appealing white can with a wave logo. The wave is shaped like a claw omfg I just realized that they’re probably called White Claw because big waves are called that maybe in surfer lingo maybe? I live by a Great Lake guys I don’t know shit about surfing. Anyway the can is great, recognizable, and most importantly, fits in all of my koozies. The cans are more tall than thicc, so there’s a little wiggle room in the koozie, but it still perfectly fits in my hand. And it looks cute! You can use that extra koozie room for like, a juul or whatever you dumb kids smoke these days. Do you match your juul flavor to your White Claw? I probably would if I smoked juuls and was extra. But sadly, I am just extra. Also: does anyone over the age of 19 smoke juuls? Like please let me know if you smoke a juul but also have employer-provided health insurance. I’m just curious.

Flavor: THE FLAVOR! Tastes like you bought it straight from the farmer’s market. Delicious. You cannot taste any of the 5% ABV in this bad boy. Look, I’m a big La Croix Pampelmousse aficionado and this hits the alcoholic spot. Tastes fresh as hell. You know where I want to drink this beverage? Let me tell you where I want to drink this beverage:

- at a summer party

- at a sports game

- in my shower

- casual drinking at the bar Tuesday

- absolutely getting hammered at the bar Wednesday

- at some event your mom dragged you to and now you have to talk to strangers who know your mom but not you and it’s like ugh I can’t relate to these people

- church festival

- weddings

- funerals

- in a box

- with a fox

- backseat, windows up

- literally anywhere

Okay fam. In conclusion, shit’s delicious. Put your Claws up, Little Monsters! And I guess, everyone else.

Final rating: 9/10

You thought I was gonna rate this perfectly huh? Well there’s always room for improvement. Not everyone gets a ten, Karen. Tbh, I’ve tried some other seltzers that I like better. I’m gonna get to them. One review at a time.

C.R.E.A.M. - Claws Rule Everything Around Me (oh my god I’m so sorry that’s the whitest thing I’ve ever written)

[tomandlance]

Exclusive Interview: Dustin Lance Black (and his husband Tom Daley) in Paris!

It was just before their surprise wedding, on May 8th: TÊTU met the director Dustin Lance Black and his fiancé, the diver Tom Daley.

Dustin Lance Black was the surprise guest of the Mania series in Paris. The filmmaker, Oscar winner in 2008 for the screenplay of Harvey Milk , came to defend When We Rise , his mini-series tracing 40 years of LGBT activism in the United States from the early 1970s to the present. On this occasion, TÊTU met exclusively the 42-year-old filmmaker to discuss his series, of course, but also the future of militancy and his next projects. While at her side, her husband, British Olympic diver Tom Daley, was watching ...

TÊTU: Your series When We Rise is aimed at an audience that knows nothing about the LGBT movement but about homosexuals, right?

Dustin Lance Black: Together! The show has been designed for a large audience but LGBTQ community members do not know much about their own story! That's why I said yes to ABC. In recent years, I have received several proposals from other networks to work on similar projects. We would surely have had more money, more time, but in the end we would have preached converts! We would have addressed a public already sensitized. For ABC, it was necessary to build a series that people who are not from the LGBT community are able to understand. That's why When We Rise does not start with LGBT activism, but with young people who campaign in feminist movements, for peace or for civil rights ...

You were not afraid that ABC, Disney's chain, would water down the series?

DLB: I wanted to work with them! I heard a rumor that they were trying to develop a project around LGBT issues. I asked to meet with the leaders of the chain to see if they were serious. When I realized they were, I told them "I'm going to need a year of research," which is very long for them. They said "no problem". It was inspiring because ABC was the only channel I had the right to watch when I was a kid. I grew up in a Southern family: Conservative, Military and Mormon. ABC was the only channel my mother let me watch because it is a family network. This show is the opportunity to touch children who, like me younger, may feel alone in the world. It is even the only reason to do it! You know, Nobody makes money with this kind of project. If you do this job for big checks, go write movies where the guys wear capes!

You started working on When We Rise long before the election of Donald Trump and yet the series resonates terribly with what is happening today in the United States. Or with what could happen in France ...

DLB: Or in the UK with the Brexit! (He turns to Tom Daley) It's your fault Tom, you started this bullshit!

Tom Daley: I know! (Laughter)

DLB: More seriously, I started writing the series four years ago. At that time, we were experiencing a very progressive and exciting time in the United States in the evolution of LGBT rights. And already at the time, I was afraid. Fear because we, the people of diversity, had lost our connection to each other. Yet there was a time when we were all in solidarity. Not only the LGBTQ, but also people who pray for another god, people from other countries, people whose skin color was different, workers ... But we ended up dividing. Thunderstruck by our own struggles. We have forgotten that we must also fight for our brothers, for our neighbors, as well as for us. To say that is not politically correct. It's being smart! If minorities do not work together then we will be easily defeated! My series puts forward several ideas, but one of the most important is that each of us on this planet, in your country as in mine, we are part of a minority. It only depends on how you divide the cake. What you can snatch from your neighbor, you can get him out tomorrow. No one is a majority. This is what When We Rise is talking about , though it is seen by the LGBTQ prism in the United States, but we can also make a comparison with the struggles of diversity here in France or England. We are part of a minority. It only depends on how you divide the cake. What you can snatch from your neighbor, you can get him out tomorrow. No one is a majority. This is what When We Rise is talking about , though it is seen by the LGBTQ prism in the United States, but we can also make a comparison with the struggles of diversity here in France or England. We are part of a minority. It only depends on how you divide the cake. What you can snatch from your neighbor, you can get him out tomorrow. No one is a majority. This is what When We Rise is talking about , though it is seen by the LGBTQ prism in the United States, but we can also make a comparison with the struggles of diversity here in France or England.

Condensing 40 years of LGBT history in 7 episodes is a real challenge ...

DLB: And if we remove the ads, there is only 6 hours of program! I have a lot of rushes, maybe one day I would make a director's cut! (Laughs) But there are tricks to get by. The first is to be very strategic and very determined on the story we want to tell. The challenge is not to tell the life of every person in the LGBT movement, only a handful of them who created a family in San Francisco to survive homophobia. It is their history, their perceptual. There are other LGBTQ heroes whose lives have not yet been told, many struggles that have never been described. I heard the frustrations of LGBT people telling me "you have not talked about this person! From this place ! Of this struggle! Instead of annoying me, it made me very happy. I said to myself, "Okay, I laid a frame, your turn to tell these lives! People begin to understand the power of history. This is something we have not had so far in the LGBT movement: a popularized and easily accessible story.

Can we see your series as a response to Stonewall , the film by Roland Emmerich, to whom many have criticized taking too much freedom with the reality of the riots in New York?

DLB: Let me tell you one thing: Roland is my friend. He has donated a lot of money to a number of causes, particularly in favor of LGBTQ youth in Los Angeles. He saved heaps of lives and I love him. So I may not be the right person to ask this question ... He made me read a version of his script and I told him what I thought. When I was researching When We Rise , I had interviewed Stonewall survivors. Two have since died. I sent the recordings to him and said, "These interviews are yours. You can do whatever you want. In a way, I see how he got closer to what I sent him but I also see how he got away from it ... But in the end, it's his film. I often tell my film students, When it comes to writing about a true story: each filmmaker must decide how much he wants to twist the truth before filming. I want to twist it as little as possible.

Is that why you want the activists whose lives you depict to be consultants on the series?

DLB: I try, as far as possible, to interview myself the people who have lived the things I want to tell. I do not like to rely on books or interviews. Interviews are often edited and a book is always the point of view of its author. When I write, I want to come closer to the truth to create an essential story. For opponents of equality will always try to say: "None of this has happened! And I refuse to give them that power. Even before the series was broadcast, American ultra-conservatives were already saying "this is all wrong! I was able to answer them: "The people who have lived through these events are there to tell you that everything is true. You will not snatch our history from us! "

You wrote Harvey Milk , J. Edgar , Part 8 , Now When We Rise ... Are you the one-man man: LGBT history?

DLB: I started as a screenwriter for series like Big Love , where I was mainly talking about my Mormon education. I've also produced, Prophet's Prey , a documentary about the Mormon Church and I will soon begin a mini series with Ron Howard, Under the banner of Heaven . This is another side of me, which has nothing to do with my homosexuality but it remains related to my experience. To be an artist is to be endowed with a history. The more complicated the better! (Laughs) And the more one puts oneself in a narrative, the more it becomes universal. For example, at this time,

Why are you looking at Tom?

DLB: Because Tom is the symbol of romance! (he smiles)

TD: And I'm the star of his film!

DLB: Do not say that, it's going to make the front page of all the English tabloids! I would like to make this film next fall. And I also work on a biopic by Byron Rustin (a close adviser to Martin Luther King), who was also gay, for HBO. There is so much to tell because LGBT history has been buried for so long. Women's movements or for racial equality have had the right to films! And it gives people inspiration. Thanks to them, they feel less isolated. All this work has not taken place on LGBT history. Forty years ago, in the United States, you were at risk of electroshock, lobotomy or prison treatment just for writing this story. We lost time because at the time, to do what I do today, the price to pay was too high. And if my mission is to rectify that,

When We Rise episodes are available on Canal Plus Series

[kariachi]

Okay, Innervasion. I warn y’all, I’m sick and hungry and tired and lost my hoodie somewhere between my bedroom and the kitchen, so, this may not be my most in-depth liveblog ever. We’ll see.

Let’s get this season ended.

Gods this is an hour long finale, kill me now

I like how apparently everybody alive and in area at the time was involved in making this.

...how long have they been here? Where have they been storing that boxcar?

This entire family

Well that’s not ominous at all

And that Tennyson competitiveness comes out in Gwen demanding her cousin set aside the weirdness with the Omnitrix and strange voices in his head so they can focus on winning a boxcar competition. And Ben immediately going along with it because they’re both just as bad as each other. Honestly this mutual competitiveness, even in the face of more important shit, is a really endearing trait for these two, at least in my opinion. Very humanizing.

Welp

This entire family

“I’d rather win fair and square“ Gwen tries to say as she notices their competition is all armed

What the fuck kinda wacky racers bullshit- Is this just what all races are like outside of Bellwood? Because I’m beginnign to think so.

‘Not good’ most likely

Massive space-bot time. As always happens at these things.

That is one sturdy bot

And there’s the weird voice again. Maybe you should’ve looked into that before.

If it makes you feel better Ben, I think the voices are as annoyed with you as you are with them at this point.

I mean, he’s trying?

Welp

You know, Vilgax, people would probably be more likely to listen to you if you didn’t make these claims for your own maniputalive reasons before. Is The Squid Who Cried Doom

Welp

Prophetic nightmares

When you’re so tense you can’t even drink a glass of water

Well, Max is at least trying to be nice to their prisoner. Some traditional American breakfast fare in the form of omelette

Vilgax is just, loving Ben’s suffering, and honestly that’s part of what makes him a great villain.

Vore

Ben is a horrible liar. Like, I lie better than this child and I’m pretty fucking shit at it.

Ben throwing everything at this cage because until he can figure out how to get rid of it they’re, well, stuck with Vilgax, and Vilgax himself just being so fucking bored.

“I’ll see if the internet has anythign to say about this“ >> Watching you, old man...

Half of Vilgax’s robot and Rustbucket’s battery have both fucked off. Because I’m sick and I can, I choose to believe they ran off together to live a happy ending to their Romeo & Juliet romance.

Everybody’s batteries. It was a group effort. (also can I just say again how much I like that from the beginning the reboot has been perfectly open with people knowing about aliens and magic and just, shrugging off weirdness? I’ve seen people bitch about it but I think it was a great choice by the writers)

A Taxxon, apparently. I don’t know, the doodle looks vaguely like the fanart i’ve seen of the things.

Vilgax trying to laser his way out of the cage haflheartedly because it’s better than just sitting there doing nothign for another 24 hours

Welp

Double welp

Homemade robo-scorpion of doom

...huh... hitting it with a baseball bat actually did damage

No, it’s fixing itself

Damn, it just doesn’t go down

Gotta love stories where the heroes doing the smart thing backfires because the villains have ruined their own reputations

Welp

Gotta admit, that’s a great way to build up a villainous group- by having Vilgax of all people freak out about their approach. Honestly, comparatively better build-up than the Highbreed.

I do always like team-ups between heroes and villains.

‘Fettuccine Empire’ can we just call them that from now on?

“The fate of the universe- and more importantly the Omnitrix- are at stake” Vilgax everybody

Yes Max, that’s what they’re concerned about and not the fact you went a grabbed a laser cannon.

Ben going Greymatter so Vilgax doesn’t have an excuse not to explain shit

Welp

Don’t be rude, Vilgax

Welp

Ooo, that’s a cool way to work transforming inside the Omnitrix

Ben confusing Vilgax, a win

Ben showing up Vilgax

Welp

Well, they certainly can’t make a worse than you two do.

Welp

Omnitrix internal security is fucking hardcore. Who built this one? Do we know it was Azmuth? I’m not sure I believe he’d add this sort’ve shit.

Welp

.....oooookaaaaay.......

There’s still 20 minutes to go....

Welp

Double welp

So, Glitch is half Ben half Upgrade. Because the Upgrade sample in the watch was sentient enough to want to survive. That’s not fucking weird or anything.

See, this is why Osmosians need to exist. I bet if an Osmosian pod had been used instead this shit wouldn’t be happening. But noooooo, they had to be removed from canon.

I think I’m supposed to give a shit about Glitch, given the way people have responded to him, but so far I’m not feeling it. Kinda thinking I would’ve preferred if they’d kept the vague sentience of the original Omnitrixes instead and worked with that to give backstory, while leaving Ben and Vilgax to handle the actual shit themselves, forcing them to a new appreciation of each other while still being mortal enemies, which could’ve taken their conflict to a new level. Especially with Vilgax having a healthier respect for Ben.

That’s a lot of dead Fettucine

Welp

Double welp

That is an awful name

It’s nice to have it confirmed that on a genetic level Ben and Vilgax hate each other. Just, an ingrained part of being a Ben or a Vilgax is wanting to knock the other’s face in.

Ben

Welp

He has a throne made of his own people. Talk about hardcore evil.

Also I love this guy’s cape.

Welp

Double Welp

Aw, c’mon! Ben gets a cape?! Why does Ben get a cape, I wanna cape!

Welp, Ben is a thrall

Welp

In his defense, it’s two birds with one stone. Destroy the Omnicores, stop the invasion, it destroys the Omnitrix, but in doing so also gives him the parts to make a new one for himself. Sort’ve a win-win on all sides for Vilgax.

Well, that’s a new take on the Null Void. Kinda.

Welp

Ya know I bet you could drop a dragon on those guys and fix this problem

If you can’t beat ‘em, run them over with an RV

Welp

Welp

Familial love to the rescue

Welp

This dude needs to chill. Sending Aggy out here, take this guy out, bet he’d win

Welp

Huh. Not entirely sure how I fell about this, but it’s an interesting idea so I’ll give it to them

Okay, this I can go for. Gonna have to assume Ben’s intent has an effect when the jumps through those pods. Also this combo is looking awesome and very dragony.

Welp

How did this ending go too long and yet come too quickly?

He does still need to learn about it though.

Yeah, yeah, you fucker’s said the same thing about Aristocrow and honestly I’d rather have him.

7.6/10

[torisfeather]

This is a story I am planning to publish as an actual novel some day. It’s basically a criticism of extreme and institutionalised faith. 

If you enjoy my work and would like to support it, please consider visiting my kofi page.

Right and wrong are strange things. The people who think they are two categories, two big solid boxes where you can put things just so, they are far from the truth.

Right and wrong are more like two signs on either side of a large room where you place things as you can. There are some things everyone can agree on putting on one side or the other. And then there are those you can't decide on which side to put them, that you leave in the middle without knowing or wanting to think about it too much. There are some whose place you can't choose. A little more on the left, a little more on the right. There are some you fight over, that you push all the time, according to your own opinion. And then there are some that are so long, so large, that they could take up a good half of the room.

And the worst thing is there is only us to know where to put things. Somehow, even something everyone glorifies could be considered a crime in another world. Who are we to put words on what happened in the charming little village where, one day, Good Little Mary was born?

It was a long time ago now, in a place I couldn't exactly describe simply because it doesn't exist anymore. But at the time this story was happening, it was a small farming village snuggled at the foot of a steep mountain.

Life in this village was simple then. There were fields the farmers worked in, a tavern they drank in, a church they prayed in. The kids played in the woods during spring, in the river during summer, on the marketplace during autumn, and at home during winter. When they weren't playing, they were helping their parents or learning with the priest.

There was also an inn that welcomed merchants who sold what they couldn't grow around there. The innkeeper and his wife were lovely people, very nice, very faithful. At their place, the stables, the tables and the beds were always ready; the soup was warm and the bread was fresh. There was a cross on the wall and a Bible on the counter.

It's at this charming little inn ruled by hospitality and faith that one night, on a Christmas Eve, around midnight, a strange young woman arrived, escaping from the cold and heavy snow falling outside. She was a traveler. She wore a black dress and boots with satchels hanging from her belt. A cape covered her long curly hair. She had left her mule in the stables.

She was slightly surprised when she entered the inn not to find the inn keeper, despite several celebrators dozing away on a table by the fire. An old woman embroidering in an armchair saw her as she looked for the owner, and without interrupting her work she told her "Upstairs, my girl. Your man is upstairs. But do not bother him. His wife is giving birth to her first child."

The traveler knew about those things and decided she could help them. She thanked the old embroiderer, took off her cape which she hung on a coat rack, and climbed the stairs. The parturient's painful screams were enough to show her the way. She quickly found the bedroom, the largest in the inn. The inn keeper's wife, in the middle of labor, was lying down on an old sheet that had been spread on the floor in the candlelight and the glow of the fireplace, surrounded by her husband and a few girls that didn't seem to know what they were doing. The traveler entered the room and introduced herself, politely offering to help with the birth process. She was quickly allowed to.

It didn't take much longer, since the biggest part of the work had been done before she arrived. The traveler just made sure the baby was born safely, cut the cord, and cleaned the child in a tub of water brought by one of the new mother's friends. "It's a girl," she announced as she laid the crying baby down on her mother's chest.

"Mary," she said with an exhausted voice. "Her name is Mary."

"Like the Blessed Virgin," the inn keeper whispered, smiling, eyes shining with tears of joy.

He sat down next to his wife to kiss her and behold at ease his daughter who, having now found her mother's breast, had stopped crying and started sucking calmly, her eyes closed. The traveler and the other girls left without a sound, leaving the couple to their happiness, but not without receiving from them one last warm look of gratitude.

In a matter of minutes, the news was known throughout the entire inn. The people who could still stand on their feet opened a bottle of wine and drank in the child's honor. Someone started to play the vielle. They sang and danced around the tables. The clueless ones thought they were just celebrating Christmas and sang a hymn about the birth of the Christ.

Soon, one of the patrons thought it would be respectful to offer something to the newborn's family to congratulate them for the happy event. Everyone agreed enthusiastically and started looking for things to offer. The merchants had their own products; others had to think a little harder. The old embroiderer chose to offer her current work; a young shepherd sculpted a piece of wood into a little sheep; one of the new mother's friends made biscuits.

The traveler also wanted to offer the inn keeper's family a gift. She was poor and didn't have much to offer, and she didn't know what this family would like. She thought about the parents' love for their daughter and thought, "If they love her so much, they will wish to make sure she'll have a happy life. If I revealed to them the future of their daughter, they might be at peace about her."

The traveler was actually a young witch, but she wouldn't admit that to anyone. It was a very difficult time for witches, even the ones who did only good deeds for people. She settled inside a small empty bedroom as the other patrons celebrated and questioned her cards, pendulum and runes for a whole hour. Then, she spent the rest of the night composing prophetic verses because for some reason, nobody ever took prose prophecies seriously. Once she was satisfied with her work, she wrote the result on a small piece of parchment.

She walked back to the inn's entrance, and left her present on the counter. Then, as the sun had already risen, she decided to leave. She retrieved her mule from the stables and left the same way she had come.

Nobody saw her go, which is why, when the innkeeper and his wife, somehow a little better after the labor, walked down the stairs with their daughter to introduce her to the patrons, they were very surprised to find the parchment, seemingly having appeared out of thin air.

"Who left this on the counter?" the innkeeper asked around, attracting everyone's attention and curiosity. They all assured him they had never seen the object, and the innkeeper, slightly worried, resolved to read it out loud.

Little Mary was born and little will she be.

She will stay, longer than has anybody,

An innocent child, beautiful and pure,

A delicate rose for the world to admire

On which brambles of curiosity will unfurl

Watered by the knowledge of the world.

This angel who tonight fell down to us,

The guide of the village, a being aliferous,

Will bring us light, smiles and sun,

A piece of happiness for everyone.

But without wrong, right just feels numb:

Mary was born Mary, and Mary will become

The willing bearer of the village's sin,

Courtesy of the Devil, and for him, a son.

The guardian angel will welcome the demon

Inside the village as she would a loved one.

The witch should probably have anticipated the panic and terror that overtook the innkeeper, his wife, and his patrons, upon reading her prophecy. But staying up for the entire night, after a long and tiring journey, and also maybe the influence of wine, had blinded her from the danger God's followers would see in her prediction.

The innkeeper and his wife thought it was a curse someone had cast upon their daughter and hurriedly asked for someone to get the priest for them. The young shepherd was sent to find him at the church, and he brought him back an hour later, along with practically half of the village that had heard the news. Father Hugh, who was very respected by everyone, was welcomed by weary silence. He examined the parchment, then asked to see the cursed child. Mary was sleeping soundly in her mother's arms and whined slightly in her sleep as she was given to the churchman.

Father Hugh examined her for a long while, silent, and everyone held their breath waiting for his verdict. "I'm afraid the curse says the truth," he finally announced. "This child is doomed to attract sin and evil on her, and one day, a demon will come because of her."

The terrified villagers had no words. Mary's mother suddenly burst into tears, instinctively reaching out for her daughter held by the priest. Her husband held her tight to calm her down, but he was crying as well. "Father, I defer to your judgement. What should we do?" he asked, begging.

"The rest of the curse should not be forgotten," Father Hugh said. "This child is, to this day, a beacon of innocence and purity and will bring happiness to our village as she grows up. But, in order to make sure she will stay pure, we need to keep away from her, and from this place, any trace of sin, any evil that could attract the demon on her. In this way, she will live safe from the curse."

"How?" the villagers asked.

"We need," Father Hugh said, "to become examples of virtue ourselves, so she'll never have to be exposed to bad influences. We'll be good, sober, and hard-working, and we will pray to God to be safe from the curse cast upon this innocent child. So, when the demon comes, she will be untouched by any sort of sin, and we will be saved."

The villagers shared their thoughts and decided to follow Father Hugh's advice. Some, who didn't want to do it, chose to leave the village, scared of causing its demise, or scared of being accused for it. The children were carefully informed, so that they would follow the adults' example.

The already very faithful inn keeper and his wife redoubled their efforts in their faith. The villagers banished any kind of vice from their habits and made sure to be hardworking, sober and generous, never to bicker, never to fight, and to stay faithful, decent, and polite. The priest's masses and sermons had never been this popular. It was made certain that, as she grew up, Mary would stay innocent and pure and would know to stay away from sin and demons.

Thus it was in this village possessed by faith that the good little Mary, precious child of the innkeeper and his wife, and a prophecy everyone feared was born and raised.