I would like to believe that I am patient and kind, ready with a gentle word. The truth is, however, I'm prone to say that such and such an idea is blanking stupid, and the people who entertain it...well...
I can honestly say I don't want to hurt people. More often than not, I'm spoiling for a fight. I hate it when peace is purchased at the price of the truth. "Why I Am Single," film at 11! [Oh, stop. You're trolling for sympathy.--ed.]
It was one of those, "Let's stop shaming girls for the fact that men lust" posts, but it was satire. It was a woman asking, "Why do men have to wear suits, knowing my propensity to lust?" It really hacked me off. It basically said, 1. I can wear what I want, and men are the problem; 2. lust really isn't that bad; and 3. anybody who uses the word "modesty" hates women and their bodies. It was a Christian blog, mind you!
Well, my friends, the only thing I hate more than feminism is "Christian" feminism. Full stop. No qualifiers. Why? Because, at the end of the day, someone's moral agency will be denied, in the service of the narrative. No, it isn't a woman's fault that she is attractive. Lust in fact is the unlawful possession of the beautiful. But no, you can't wear a bikini to Mass. In Romans 14, individual freedom gets supplanted by love and the good of the other. If you told me that my clothing caused you to lust, I'D GLADLY WEAR SOMETHING ELSE. You may need to grow in grace; well and good. But I'd do that for you, because your soul is more important than my rights.
If a large group of men say that Christian women have taken insufficient account of modesty, their sins are their own, BUT YOU NEED TO LISTEN. You belong to Christ; you have no right to ignore those concerns, even if the thought of those sins creeps you out, and even if it involves sacrifice.
I'm not ashamed of women's bodies; do not assume that not wanting to see every inch of them represents a latent misogyny; this is the lie of feminism and sexual "liberation." If I lose friends, so be it.
I lost my patience in discussing this. I may have hurt someone. I regret that. But I never regret speaking truthfully and frankly. We are awash in nonsense.
I can honestly say I don't want to hurt people. More often than not, I'm spoiling for a fight. I hate it when peace is purchased at the price of the truth. "Why I Am Single," film at 11! [Oh, stop. You're trolling for sympathy.--ed.]
It was one of those, "Let's stop shaming girls for the fact that men lust" posts, but it was satire. It was a woman asking, "Why do men have to wear suits, knowing my propensity to lust?" It really hacked me off. It basically said, 1. I can wear what I want, and men are the problem; 2. lust really isn't that bad; and 3. anybody who uses the word "modesty" hates women and their bodies. It was a Christian blog, mind you!
Well, my friends, the only thing I hate more than feminism is "Christian" feminism. Full stop. No qualifiers. Why? Because, at the end of the day, someone's moral agency will be denied, in the service of the narrative. No, it isn't a woman's fault that she is attractive. Lust in fact is the unlawful possession of the beautiful. But no, you can't wear a bikini to Mass. In Romans 14, individual freedom gets supplanted by love and the good of the other. If you told me that my clothing caused you to lust, I'D GLADLY WEAR SOMETHING ELSE. You may need to grow in grace; well and good. But I'd do that for you, because your soul is more important than my rights.
If a large group of men say that Christian women have taken insufficient account of modesty, their sins are their own, BUT YOU NEED TO LISTEN. You belong to Christ; you have no right to ignore those concerns, even if the thought of those sins creeps you out, and even if it involves sacrifice.
I'm not ashamed of women's bodies; do not assume that not wanting to see every inch of them represents a latent misogyny; this is the lie of feminism and sexual "liberation." If I lose friends, so be it.
I lost my patience in discussing this. I may have hurt someone. I regret that. But I never regret speaking truthfully and frankly. We are awash in nonsense.
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