Behind Mansion Walls

I'm obsessed with this show.
I just spent the last five hours watching it. It's pretty much Gossip Girl meets Unsolved Mysteries.

Saint Agnes of Rome

Yesterday marked exactly one year since the last time I had sex.

To observe this momentous occasion I ate an entire McCain's rising crust pizza and contemplated, Saint Agnes of Rome, patron saint of chastity.

  

In 304 AD, this particularly babelicious young woman was arranged to be married to some big shot's son (Prefect Sempronius if you want to get specific.) For whatever reason she refused to marry him and an enraged Prefect condemned her to death.

The thing is, at the time it was forbidden to execute a virgin, so Sempronius, apparently a quick thinker, had a naked Agnes dragged through the streets to a brothel. She prayed that her body would spontaneously sprout wiry hair all over it so nobody would ever want to rape her....and God made it happen!

 Decorum be damned, they beheaded her anyway.

More than 1,700 years later, this hairy young woman remains an inspiration to me.

Just as she fights the men off with super gross amounts of body hair, I fight them off with whole McCain's rising crust pizza.

RIP Agnes.