It drives me up the wall.
I just typed a reply to a thread asking if Jesus ever masturbated.
Not only is the answer blatantly obvious--he is supposed to have led a SINLESS life--it is very easy to get around, even if you assume he didn't just let his divinity override his natural impulse--it feels like it's just taking an oppertunity to piss on a symbol just because you can now.
I respect that reverence for christian symbols is not something they are interested in at all, but contempt/hatred of those same symbols is a sign that the priests/pastors/etc. still have a very strong hold over you. You're still stuck in their matrix. Not only that, it makes it SO much easier to dismiss the wisdom that ISN'T immature.
True independence is not giving a damn what Jesus did or who with. He's not real, remember? Do you want to piss on a Santa Clause image No? Why not?
Because he is irrelivant to your life, perhaps?
I don't know why this gets under my skin so much, but it does. I'm about ready to jump out of my skin, I really am. It feels like there's a toxin in me I can't get rid of... it's grating on me and I hate it... feels like slimey sandpaper, something so uncomfortable and utterly disgusting you can't help but squash the damned thing and wash it off before it infects you.