This is a continuation of What Are You Saying? Part One.
I observed something else on that day in the grocery store, namely
how men dress. Now immodesty is never addressed as much of a mens
issue, but it's there. When I think about men and immodesty, I think of
men with sagging jeans, exposing most of their boxers, complete with the
belt that is not there for the purpose of keeping their pants up.
Rather, it frequently only achieves drawing more attention
to the mid-section. Difficult not to notice.
don't have much sympathy for men who complain about shopping, but I
have come to understand some of the challenges they face. There's a lot
of shirts out there with stupid stuff on them, as well as downright
disturbing. I observed this in the checkout line as well. A man was
wearing a shirt with a woman on it. She was hot alright. Blonde, slim
and dressed in only a blue skimpy bikini. Typical, right? Not quite.
This woman had chains wrapped around her. From the way her head fell
back and the weary expression on her face, she didn't even look
conscious. She had an evil, demon-like creature holding her up, his
lustful face at her neck. This image plastered the front and back of
the shirt. Perhaps you are surprised by the detail, but the image is
fairly vividly burned into my mind.
Now I could talk
about the message this shirt portrayed. It spoke sex alright, but it
also spoke of pain, torture, suffering, lust and evil. What hurt me
most though wasn't the shirt but rather the man wearing it and those
around him. This man was shopping with whom I assumed to be his wife
and daughter. I hadn't noticed something like this before. Perhaps I
assumed only single guys wore stuff like that, not married men.
hurt. I hurt for that man's wife and child. What did they feel? What
was it like for a woman to be out in public with her husband wearing
something like that? For a little girl to be seen with her father like
that? Was his wife okay with him wearing that, or did they have an
argument about it before leaving the house? Was he a dominating husband
who wouldn't be told what he could or could not do, who would wear what
we wanted, with no thought of how it affected those around him?
I can't say for sure, I believe I saw pain and shame on that woman's
face. She looked embarrassed. I had to wonder many things? Was she
even loved? Was her husband faithful to her? Did he have some private,
or rather public life that she was ashamed about? Did she, unlike the
young woman flaunting her body, believe she was worthless because of the
way her husband treated her? Did she feel like she wasn't enough? And
what about that man's daughter? What will that girl grow up believing
about men? About what girls are worth?
What was he actually saying?
To be continued....