Poor Mary

Poor Mary. No, seriously—*poor* Mary. The story of the Annunciation, that moment when a divine being supposedly whispers sweet celestial nothings into the ear of a terrified teenager, is somehow meant to be seen as holy, pure, and inspiring. But step back from the stained-glass and incense fog and ask yourself this: if any other story started with a girl of about 15 or 16 being told by an all-powerful force that she’d be impregnated with the "Son of Man," would you still call it a miracle? Or would you call it what it actually sounds like—a divine coercion of statutory rape wrapped in religious packaging?

Mary didn’t sign up for that. She was a typical teen that was close to her cousin, and she had a bestie too. She was promised to Joseph, probably dreaming of a quiet life, definitely not planning to be the centerpiece of the greatest theological plot twist of all time. Yet God, in His supposed omniscient wisdom, looked over an entire land mass and chose a scared, virginal teenager to birth his child. That’s not divine favor. That’s grooming with cosmic power. Mary still had living to do. She was resentful but had no choice.

You’ve got to hand it to the PR team behind the Gospels—fluff that story up with angelic glow and hymnal harmonies and suddenly you’ve got a miracle instead of a mindfuck. The truth? Mary was overwhelmed, overtaken, and overridden. This wasn’t immaculate—it was imposed. That poor girl had that responsibility foistered unto her. God didn’t just whisper into her heart—He consumed her mind, took control of her body, and said, “Push.” And what came out wasn’t just a baby—it was a future martyr with a Messiah complex.... And in case that did not compute. hear this:

The god you revere ravaged Mary's thoughts with hypnotism and by the power of suggestion, he force-fed her holy garbage and made her shit out a glutton for punishment. Sound about right?

Post-Jesus, neither woman fit neatly into their society anymore. Magdalene, already a figure of scandal, and Mary, mother of a condemned figure, may have been shunned or politicized. Living together might not have just been a choice — it may have been survival. Then comes the kicker: folks shamed her for not staying perfectly reverent and mourning every step of his ministry. As if she didn't have SIX other kids AND a husband! What the hell.

A life turned upside down and filled with non-stop beratement and unwanted attention, the supposed Blessed Mother Mary disappeared into history because apparently, she already fulfilled her role and there is thus no reason to keep up with her later years or how she died. Thanks, a lot! Funny how historians meticulously record the demise of Lot’s wife (turned pillar), Potiphar’s wife (shamed schemer), and Jezebel (tossed and dog-licked), yet barely bat an eye when it comes to the final years of the Virgin Mary—the literal womb that bore the Christian god. According to BibleHub, By the time of her death, Mary was otherworldly: frail but ageless, radiant but withdrawn, as if her body had long since started fading into the divine. She didn’t laugh, but her smile still carried the warmth of celestial memory. With no visible decay, no wrinkles, and no bitterness, she seemed to exist half in heaven already—graceful, ghostlike, and painfully overlooked in the pages of history.

So yeah, totally worth it, huh? I'll say it again: Poor Mary! Not because she was chosen, but because she didn’t have a choice. The story we’ve been told is full of holes, contradictions, and discomforts—wrapped in gold leaves and canonized in vague scripture. But behind that curtain is a tale of rape, spiritual manipulation, patriarchal puppeteering, and a woman who got railroaded by a holy hierarchy too big to question.

It’s about time we stop romanticizing her suffering and start asking the real questions. Because holy or not—this story has some serious explaining to do.