I like a lot of women, I suppose. That's just me. I'm comfortable with them. In a limited sense, I can say I may even understand them somewhat. [In a very limited sense, apparently.--ed.]
There's a meme floating around today featuring a nerdy guy and his moderately pretty high-school girlfriend. The message is something like, "Stick with it... [picture of same nerdy guy, and his lady is now a "10"] ...because sometimes it works out."
I'm not gonna go on about super-unrealistic ideals of attractiveness, because even that fuels unhealthy attitudes about body image. I'm angry more about how this thing portrays men. Let me say it this way: Real men don't care that much about your looks or body. It matters some. Of course it does. It matters to you, doesn't it? But if we like you, we like you. End of story. Personally, I don't really care if no one else does. That's the point. I'm not showing a museum-piece; I'm loving the one God has for me. So much the better if she's not objectively "the hottest." Because she's mine.
I'm definitely not saying I haven't fallen into the world's trap sometimes. But underneath it all, I want to love totally, and be loved. Pretty simple. I think the true heart of pornography and lust is alienation and fear. We get afraid that people won't love "the real us," (because maybe we don't) and so we prefer the fake us getting what we can from the fake her, as it were. That seems better than trying to face the fear and whatever else.
But while I have you here, let me add that we need to start pairing off. We've all bought this lie that things have to be in order, that you have to have all your ducks in a row. Look here: Life's gonna knock over the ducks. If you're not a eunuch, get with the program! We're all failing sexually more and more because we're waiting too long to get married. That's not to say we shouldn't pursue chastity. You're going to practice it, one way or the other. Single or married, a life of fruitfulness is a life of self-control.
But who are these people, selling us crap, and lies about ourselves?
There's a meme floating around today featuring a nerdy guy and his moderately pretty high-school girlfriend. The message is something like, "Stick with it... [picture of same nerdy guy, and his lady is now a "10"] ...because sometimes it works out."
I'm not gonna go on about super-unrealistic ideals of attractiveness, because even that fuels unhealthy attitudes about body image. I'm angry more about how this thing portrays men. Let me say it this way: Real men don't care that much about your looks or body. It matters some. Of course it does. It matters to you, doesn't it? But if we like you, we like you. End of story. Personally, I don't really care if no one else does. That's the point. I'm not showing a museum-piece; I'm loving the one God has for me. So much the better if she's not objectively "the hottest." Because she's mine.
I'm definitely not saying I haven't fallen into the world's trap sometimes. But underneath it all, I want to love totally, and be loved. Pretty simple. I think the true heart of pornography and lust is alienation and fear. We get afraid that people won't love "the real us," (because maybe we don't) and so we prefer the fake us getting what we can from the fake her, as it were. That seems better than trying to face the fear and whatever else.
But while I have you here, let me add that we need to start pairing off. We've all bought this lie that things have to be in order, that you have to have all your ducks in a row. Look here: Life's gonna knock over the ducks. If you're not a eunuch, get with the program! We're all failing sexually more and more because we're waiting too long to get married. That's not to say we shouldn't pursue chastity. You're going to practice it, one way or the other. Single or married, a life of fruitfulness is a life of self-control.
But who are these people, selling us crap, and lies about ourselves?
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