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soccerDad
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I had a problem at daily mass yesterday. A young woman came to church in skin tight spandex shorts. You know, the kind that leaves nothing a mystery, not with pads like the biking shorts. 
Well, I could not even turn around during our sign of peace. I think she was offended, but I have trouble as it is, keeping my thoughts on holy ground so-to-speak. I come to church to receive the sacrament, and be strenthened for these kind of challenges the rest of the week. I take fidelity to my wife seriously. The safest avenue for me is to remove the temptation. I am offended by slinky cocktail dresses at church. Is it not enough that I am continually assaulted by sexual images from every media outlet? Must I be confronted with it at church also? Have mercy women, I am only a man! Are there no modest venues left? What is the priest thinking when she comes to communion?
Should I have said something? When I have tried to mention anything about this type of thing before, it always ends up that I am the prude, or the lecher. I should get over my holier-than-thou attitude. Or, I should not be so lustful. What are you doing looking there anyway? Blah, blah, blah. Why do men always look at my chest? Could it be because you have dressed it up like a thanksgiving turkey?! Aaah! This kind of thinking infuriates me.
So, is it his fault, or is it hers? I realize there are instances of both. But I also think, women in america and europe have completely lost perspective, and irrationally absolve themselves of any responsibility. And more, I often detect a certain adolescent, malicious glee in the prideful and sometimes scandalous display, glazed with real, feigned, or dilusional, innocence. Why does no-one talk about this?
Well, I could not even turn around during our sign of peace. I think she was offended, but I have trouble as it is, keeping my thoughts on holy ground so-to-speak. I come to church to receive the sacrament, and be strenthened for these kind of challenges the rest of the week. I take fidelity to my wife seriously. The safest avenue for me is to remove the temptation. I am offended by slinky cocktail dresses at church. Is it not enough that I am continually assaulted by sexual images from every media outlet? Must I be confronted with it at church also? Have mercy women, I am only a man! Are there no modest venues left? What is the priest thinking when she comes to communion?
Should I have said something? When I have tried to mention anything about this type of thing before, it always ends up that I am the prude, or the lecher. I should get over my holier-than-thou attitude. Or, I should not be so lustful. What are you doing looking there anyway? Blah, blah, blah. Why do men always look at my chest? Could it be because you have dressed it up like a thanksgiving turkey?! Aaah! This kind of thinking infuriates me.
So, is it his fault, or is it hers? I realize there are instances of both. But I also think, women in america and europe have completely lost perspective, and irrationally absolve themselves of any responsibility. And more, I often detect a certain adolescent, malicious glee in the prideful and sometimes scandalous display, glazed with real, feigned, or dilusional, innocence. Why does no-one talk about this?