the double standard of feminine dressssss

teacuppamela.pngI was listening to the radio as I was driving to pick up some of the children who were visiting friends and I heard a talk-show host comment (with surprised and almost disgusted amazement) that men are really going beyond the appropriate boundaries of dress when they will now buy and wear “mantyhose” – men’s pantyhose – and there was a bit of chuckle-chuckle over that one.

So, yeah… I did… I did come home and google the mantyhose and, yes, I did see they are, indeed, being marketed (don’t even ask why I didn’t link them here).  But you know what I was thinking?  You know what I’ve been thinking for a long time?  Well, I’ll tell you… why is it strange? why is it even appalling to hear of or consider that a man is wearing hosiery commonly accepted as ‘women’s clothing’ and why is it so peculiar to both men and women that men would wear stuff pertaining to the fairer gender?  For, consider this: women wear *men’s* clothing every day.  They wear men’s clothing everyday and it is perfectly n-o-r-m-a-l.  Strange how this is not obvious. Stranger, still, how this is not blatantly obvious to Christian women!  I mean, I can and do understand how women outside the Word would just go with the flow of the mainstream — but women who have the Scriptures and fail to see (and dress accordingly) God’s clear distinctive design and created difference between men and women — this, I truly cannot understand.  Truly, I cannot.

I’ve had people ask me over the years how I came to the decision to wear exclusively feminine clothing – and dresses/skirts in particular.  And, I suppose in addition to my preference for wearing dresses for most all of my adult life – bcz of many things – including how I felt in dresses and how I was treated when wearing dresses and how I loved sewing dresses and skirts for myself and then our daughters.

But then there came a time — sort of a collision of a couple of events many years ago.  One being that I read in the Word that men should not wear that which pertaineth to women… etc., etc., and I decided I would take this to heart and pray about it for my own life and settle it once and for all. Then, the other event, in that aforementioned collision, occurred while I was at a seminar and saw an attractive woman retrieving her belongings each time there was a break in the meetings — and time after time this woman would stoop down or bend over to gather her things and in full view was the inseam of her slacks (okay, so you get the picture).  And somehow, that day, the Scripture and the view of that whole should-be-private-area sort of confirmed to me the decision to, as a general rule, to never wear pants for outerwear again.  I determined that day that just as bizarre as it would be for Wes to reach across to my side of the closet and wear a feminine garment, so also it must be just as unseemly for me to reach over and wear a pair of jeans or a camouflage shirt or a manly jacket or whatever.

Now… I must say that I might wear some pants for some extreme reason – though that reason has not yet come up – but I might.  That’s why I say that as a general rule, I never wear pants – or pants with no complete covering.  I wear leggings under dresses for hiking – and leggings under dresses for snow-play and for working outside in winter.  But slacks or jeans or pants or… whatever: no.

Though wearing dresses much of the time prior to that, that decision was made well over fifteen years ago and so, I suppose, the likelihood of something coming up to change my mind is quite slim.   And so I continue this journey – it feels rather like a pilgrimage or even a crusade from time to time as I seek to demonstrate the need for women to abandon manly dress and embrace femininity.  I have occasional opportunities to teach on this matter — but even then, the opposition to distinctly feminine clothing is quite strong.  One thing we women are not short on is strong opinion — that is for sure, especially when defending our position on a matter. Or our children.  ;o)

I ache for the women who are slaves to fashion and wear clothing that both attracts attention and teases men — clothing that entices but won’t fulfill — clothing that speaks louder than their professed walk — clothing that says they don’t embrace the loving design of the Creator God.  I ache for daughters who unintentionally tease boys — worse when it’s an intentional decision.  I ache for the girls who are sensually used in the thoughts of others bcz of their ignorance or arrogance.

But… what’s probably the most difficult to accept is the willingness to continue rejecting the unique design of men and of women — and dressing to both signify and dignify it.  O, for the end of the double standard of dress for believers… that the Word of God would be believed.

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TEOTWAWKI – and a fun activity

teacuppamela.pngI always get a little nervous when my husband smiles a certain smile and says he has a fun family activity.

On Sunday night we were talking with friends about all the amazing things going on in our nation, in the government, the political climate and in the financial institutions in our nation and around the world — read: end times; and Wes said he thought he might like for our family to try this fun activity.  I knew where this was going — not bcz I had seen the covers of different books Wes has recently been reading and not bcz I saw a couple of websites he was reading.  No… no, I knew we were in for some real family fun when I heard him speak and saw the sparkle in his eye.  He shared with the friends what we might do.  Hmmmm… I thought; and then I wondered if that would be a weekend where our home would be the ‘host home’ for our house-church?  Would that be a weekend where I had a retreat planned?  O, I’m kidding. ;o)   My mind raced about what we might do and how we might carry out this fun activity.  But it wouldn’t be a game if it was for real – if it was for real, all this joking aside, we’d be pretty astonished.

So, a teotwawki survival weekend is survival or disaster practice.  Now, doesn’t that sound like fun?  Now, not being a conspiracy theorist or a survial anything afficianado, the idea of gathering all the family together some friday afternoon and telling them we’re going to intentionally turn off all electricity (and/or other power sources) *and* water and see how much fun we can have for the weekend doesn’t seem all that great to me and I don’t even want to do it — but as these last couple of days have passed, I’m rethinking that… and am wondering if it might not be that bad of an idea after all — and that we actually should do it.   O, and TEOTWAWKI, translated is: the end of the world as we know it.

So, curious, I deceded to take a look at a few sites when we got home Sunday night.  This is my year for adventure, so I’m thinking we might try this — now, mind you, we did nothing for “Y2K” preparedness – well, save the fact that we didn’t have a large savings in the bank. O, but that wasn’t intentional.  So, I guess we didn’t do anything to prepare for the “unknown” except stay up and live through the passing of minutes before and after 12:00 midnight 12/31 – 1/1/00… I guess we clapped and then yawned and went to bed.   I’m not a hiker (well, not seriously – though, as you know, I *did* climb Mt. Pilchuck) and we’re not “campers” — though we have been camping; and I’m not one for “roughing it” — though we have roughed it.  a lot. sometimes.  We’ve only done so out of necessity – not intentionally.  So, this “weekend experiment…” I wonder if Wes will want to try this fun activity before or after the list of lists is printed and (some?) items gathered?  Sort of “cold turkey” or after a trip to Starbucks the grocery store.

The only preparation I have for surviving teotwawki is – uh, one thing — and it’s not tangible, but it’s for real — it’s none other than oil in my lamp.  Oil in my lamp is my only hope…

“My Hope is Built on Nothing Less”
by Edward Mote, 1797-1874

1. My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

2. When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

3. His oath, His covenant, and blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

4. When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
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