by Susan Fox
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"Gonna Be Beautiful" by Corey Durkin
So goes the peanut
gallery... After my last piece My Apostolate to the Immodestly Dressed Woman,
men were amazed that women dressed immodestly if they were not trying to
attract men. Women were amazed at my husband’s disclosure about how chaste men view fashions. It seems like I managed to surprise both sexes!
Forty-eight years ago, I stood in the bathroom at my aunt’s house and watched my 20-something cousins putting on make-up. I was 12 years old.
Forty-eight years ago, I stood in the bathroom at my aunt’s house and watched my 20-something cousins putting on make-up. I was 12 years old.
I adored those cousins, I’ll call them Rachel
and Judy.
They were the closest thing I had to older
sisters. One of them, Rachel, I had chosen to be my Confirmation sponsor. All
of us came from good Catholic homes.
The process of putting on that make-up almost seemed
to me to be a scene of medieval torture. Judy would torment her eyelashes with
a rack, make them longer, and then brush them with black stuff. Then she’d repeat
the process until wow -- those eyelashes were so long they didn’t look human at
all. It was 1965. The Church had just finished Vatican II. The sexual
revolution was in full swing.
Those girls stood there working on their faces
for two solid hours. They were beautiful
girls. They didn’t need to wear make-up at all.
Then Judy lectured me.
“Susan,” she said, “if your Mom doesn’t start wearing make-up she’ll never get
a husband.” (My mother was a widow at this time.) I didn’t worry about this at
all. I frankly didn’t want my mother to “get a husband” any way. At the age of
12, it sounded terrible to “get a husband.” Better to fight off a cold.
But it was clear that Judy
and Rachel wanted a husband, and that’s why they were going to all this
trouble. How sad the road they chose led to shame when they were single, and
then marriages that didn’t last. My beloved Rachel, the oldest sister, died
alone in her house with no family near-by and Judy was married only 9 years.
But on that day, they got
dressed, and what Rachel put on would make today’s skimpiest dresses look
modest. Rachel was very uncomfortable dressing this way, but her younger sister
Judy kept telling her it would be all right, and not to worry.
Finally, they were ready, and
as they were walking out the door, I said, “Where are you going?”
“We’re going on a date with
Creep Perry.” Shocked, I asked, “Wait! Why are you going on a date with a guy
you think is a creep?” They threw the answer out over their shoulders as they sailed through the door. “He has
a yacht.” If only I could call them back now, stop them from walking out that
door. But they walked out – too insecure to dress modestly, too insecure to
date a decent man, desperate to leave
home, and choosing all the wrong roads to their goal to be loved by one man for
the rest of their lives. They failed. They utterly failed.
Part of the reason they
failed was because of the way they were dressed.
I found some interesting
research on the subject. A Princeton psychologist Susan Fiske used brain scans
to show that when men looked at women immodestly dressed – say in bikinis –
areas of the brain that normally light up in anticipation of using tools like
spanners and screwdrivers were activated.
But parts of the brain that
are normally associated with empathy for other peoples’ emotions and wishes
shut down. The study concluded that sexy
images of half-dressed women can shift the way men perceive women, turning them
from people to socialize with to objects to act upon. Some men even demonstrate increased hostility.
The women appreciated my
husband’s input in my last post on modesty, and so I ran back into his office
this afternoon, and interviewed him. We met at the Maryland State Fair in
Timonium, Maryland in 1982. He was running the Catholic evangelization booth
sponsored by the Legion of Mary, and I came up from Northern Virginia to
volunteer to work the booth.
My husband assures me that
certain areas of his brain did light up when he saw me, but it was the “right
kind of attention,” he said. Because my dress was modest but very feminine, it
was the kind of attention he said, “where I knew I had to know you first.”
Success! And I didn’t wear
any make-up! No, two hours wasted in front of the mirror. I never looked for a
husband in a bar or on a yacht. And after an 11-month courtship, we have been
married 30 years.
But not all women wear
immodest dress because they are insecure and desperately want to get married.
At the age of 17, I was focused on getting an education, traveling the world
and being friends with my mother.
But my mother bought me a
mini-skirt. I did not know men were sight-oriented. I honestly didn’t associate
my apparel with men at all, for what did they have to do with my life then?
I was what you would call a
“late bloomer.” Even when I was in France without my family at the age of 19, I
can remember a strange French man asked me to tea in his apartment. He probably
thought, “American, hmm.” There was a book out that year (1974) in France
called “L'Américaine,” and it had a half-naked blond woman wearing jeans on the
cover.
So maybe his mind was in that
book when he asked me to tea. This is what I thought: “That man must be
completely insane to think that I would go alone to his apartment!” Please
ladies, if it happens to you, always think that. There is no reason to go alone
to his apartment. He can always invite you out to tea at a café. Think safe.
But I didn’t say what I was
thinking. I smiled sweetly, and said, “No, Monsieur. Merci!” And left. He was utterly dumbstruck.
So why did I, on a few
occasions, wear a min-skirt two years before this incident? Why would a girl
totally ambitiously focused on career and education, wear something so designed
to lead me to another kind of life?
It was a matter of
self-esteem. I was a victim of bullying when I was a child, and it was a way of
saying, “Hey, I look pretty good now.”
But I didn’t keep that skirt
long. I wore it up to receive Communion
one day, and I suddenly felt terribly ashamed.
It was Jesus’ eyes that
mattered after all. It was He I wanted to please. Jesus thought I looked great with
a longer hemline. So I never dressed immodestly again.
And ladies if you have a
vocation to marriage, a bit more material here and there will add an air of
mystery that will help you attract a chaste man. That’s the kind of bird you want,
ladies. They are not dull, and they make better husbands and fathers.
The key is to remember that
what you are showing with immodest dress are the goods of marriage. They are
intended for your husband, not some strange man on the street. And they will be
enjoyed so much more if they are displayed in that context, and not before.
"Beautiful is the woman who understands she is God's highest creation. She has dominion to choose wisely how she will show up in the world." (Received in a Tweet.)
Don't miss watching this beautiful You Tube Video in which a Father sings to his Baby Daughter.
"Gonna Be Beautiful" by Corey Durkin
