It turns out that my mom’s a Creationist.
It all began with my asking her if she believed in Evolution (I should know to never ask my mom these questions. She inevitably disappoints me), and she said no. I asked her why and she said she couldn’t believe in the Big Bang.
Pixel: But mom, the Big Bang doesn’t have anything to do with evolution. They’re separate theories. In fact, Evolution doesn’t even have anything to do with the origin of life.
Mom: But there’s no evidence for it.
Pixel: Mom, there’s more evidence for evolution than there is for gravity.
Mom: Well, you just can’t trust those scientists. I mean, they’ve been wrong about so many things before. They thought that the earth was flat.
Pixel: Actually, it was the church that thought that. It’s always been the church that’s been against all of the advances in science. And the scientists that denied those theories did so because of religious reasons, did so because of the lack of verifiable evidence, or because they were just bad scientists.
Mom: Well, I’m authorized to believe what I want.
And how can you challenge that?
I’ve had similar conversations with her over gay marriage, stem cell research, and abortion. You’d think I’d’ve learned better by now…
At a certain point, it becomes pointless to argue with moms… though I hope someday if I’m ever a mom, my kid never feels that way. =|