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bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2014-03-16 11:21 pm
bloodyrosemccoy) wrote2014-03-16 11:21 pm
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Modesty Cops
Y'all might think we Salt Lakers are weird, but we ain't got NOTHING on our slightly-to-the-south neighbor Provo and its BYU Bubble.* Sure, here in SLC we do get Disapproving Mormons who will frown at your immodest tank top, and a lot of them do insist that the onus is on the woman to keep men from thinking Impure Thoughts,** but the concern troll notes aren't quite such a big deal.
I shouldn't have read the comments, though. Highlights include:
-The original author of the post going "Dude, I wrote this like FIVE MONTHS AGO, what is even happening"
-A lot of helpful comments along the lines of "But my dear that is a VERY IMMODEST SHIRT do you want the boys to THINK ILL OF YOU?" when it's like an ordinary T-shirt.***
-Creeps, creeping on her
-My absolute favorite in terms of wrongness, in which a lady sanctimoniously declares that "my innocent 10-year-old son told me that the layers shirt I was lounging around the house in was making him uncomfortable; did I bite his head off about being a pervert or shame him into leaving the room? No; I changed my shirt because I love him and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable" like that makes her really nice and considerate when all I can think is, How the HELL did this 10-year-old boy become an obsessive prude? and suddenly the whole anecdote gets really creepy.
God, I live in a weird neighborhood. At least I'm just on the outskirts.
*A lot of great artists and authors go/went to Brigham Young University, and while a lot of them are cool, somehow I can always tell just by the art and writing whether it's a BYU person. There's some intangible flavor there that's tough to explain to outsiders.
**Were I a dude, I would frankly be insulted by the constant implication that I was completely incapable of restraining myself around women I found attractive. The argument that they are helpless victims of women's wiles has always baffled me for that reason.
***Not that even smaller shirts would be worthy of notes like that, but it does go to show how hypersensitive people can get about things like this.
I shouldn't have read the comments, though. Highlights include:
-The original author of the post going "Dude, I wrote this like FIVE MONTHS AGO, what is even happening"
-A lot of helpful comments along the lines of "But my dear that is a VERY IMMODEST SHIRT do you want the boys to THINK ILL OF YOU?" when it's like an ordinary T-shirt.***
-Creeps, creeping on her
-My absolute favorite in terms of wrongness, in which a lady sanctimoniously declares that "my innocent 10-year-old son told me that the layers shirt I was lounging around the house in was making him uncomfortable; did I bite his head off about being a pervert or shame him into leaving the room? No; I changed my shirt because I love him and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable" like that makes her really nice and considerate when all I can think is, How the HELL did this 10-year-old boy become an obsessive prude? and suddenly the whole anecdote gets really creepy.
God, I live in a weird neighborhood. At least I'm just on the outskirts.
*A lot of great artists and authors go/went to Brigham Young University, and while a lot of them are cool, somehow I can always tell just by the art and writing whether it's a BYU person. There's some intangible flavor there that's tough to explain to outsiders.
**Were I a dude, I would frankly be insulted by the constant implication that I was completely incapable of restraining myself around women I found attractive. The argument that they are helpless victims of women's wiles has always baffled me for that reason.
***Not that even smaller shirts would be worthy of notes like that, but it does go to show how hypersensitive people can get about things like this.
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I mean, I'm not a parent, but from when I was a kid and growing up in a culture of shame, just for my own $0.02, I would waaaaaaay rather kids be a little too comfortable with nakedness than "OH MY GOD BOOBIES YOU SLUT."
(Aside, I had a friend's five year old son walk in on me while I was bathing, and I sorta casually shifted so he couldn't see much, or at least, as much as I could hide while completely naked in the bath, and I just asked him if he needed anything, and told him that I would be out in about five minutes and that we'd play then, and he just wandered out and found a game he wanted to play. Thank god they did not freak out on me. Apparently he was just figuring out that ladies had different bits. Kids, man, kids.)