And that is the entire truth.
I don’t think the fishnets I wore last Halloween count.
I’m not sure why I don’t wear them anymore, I never hated them. I just think it was the fact that if you didn’t wear them the Mormon ladies spewed forth hateful looks. I always felt like I could read their minds- “She has BARE legs! Whore! Temptress! Jezebel! She is surely going to outer darkness for that!”
Of course not everyone was like that. Just a few. Like the woman who thought my one piece bathing suit was immodest. (she made her daughters wear something like this)
And it only got worse after I left my first husband (the nice oh so righteous returned missionary who was abusive) Because then I had bare legs, I was cute and divorced! I had tasted the forbidden fruit and would surely be trying to seduce their husbands!
I have a court date on the 6th- to finalize the divorce I’ve been working on for the past 18 months. I’m contemplating wearing them. Because its going to take nylons to make me look like the more responsible party? Hmm. She has a job, a house and she’s wearing nylons vs. no job, currently in jail (DUI’s), no house. It may be a toss up. NOT.
I don’t know, it just seems to be the thing to do…
#1 by Mindy on November 2, 2007 - 12:07 am
Wow! That brought back memories from my church going days. (Heh! Is there anything more ludicrous than Mormon swimsuit modesty?) There is a new Mormon church just down the street from our house. Every time I drive by it, I’m so glad I never have to step foot in it’s doors. I wonder if I’m going to be bitter and angry the rest of my life. Probably. At least Sundays are not dark days for me now.
#2 by Ariel on November 5, 2007 - 9:09 pm
I just think of the whole thing and shake my head and wonder why I cared what they thought? When Emma was littler I still felt guilt that I wasn’t giving her “religion”. Now I can see I’m giving her something more than I had. I don’t want my daughter to have to fight feelings of inferiority her whole life. I hate it so badly now, I couldn’t stand to go to Grandma’s funeral. People probably thought I was horrid for not going to Grandmas funeral, but the truth is they didn’t have a clue who she was. I couldn’t stand to hear those horrid people tell me her suffering was Gods will, and how someday she will be with Grandpa for time and all eternity. BULLSHIT!
Grandma was miserable with Grandpa for the last 10 years. She doesn’t WANT to be with him! And I think so much of that was her religion- the religion that says men first, women second, bloom where you are planted- and its all bullshit. If she had felt more self worth perhaps she might have gone to the Dr. sooner rather than 6 months when she was so sick. I love her so much, and it makes me so angry that the last years of her life she felt trapped and guilty for feeling trapped.
Religion should lift you up, not isolate and limit you.
So I’m glad that Emma will have a chance to grow up unpolluted by that.