“The pictures that fascinate are those that suggest more than they reveal…” (F. B. Meyer). Hold that thought while I tread where angels fear to tread.
Do the commercials on TV astound you? In this day with all the “privacy” rights that are manufactured on certain issues, I wonder at the lack of “privacy” in sending junk into my house. I realize I could turn it off, but it’s not very easy to know what commercial is coming on next and to be all primed to jump up and turn it off. And I remind you these commercials come on news shows. Where’s the remote when you need it?
My sister commented that she remembered when you could not advertise women’s undies on people; they had to use manikins or something else. And TV couldn’t show a couple in a bed together, even if they were married to each other in real life, remember Lucy and Ricky?
One Sunday morning I was taking my preteen or early teen granddaughters to church. We were going to stop at Walmart to buy panty hose for them because their dresses were short. I told them they ought not wear dresses that short unless they wore hose. I suggested that boys could “fantasize” about how easy it would be to see their private parts. One of them was aghast as she said, “Gramma, should you be talking to us like that?” Then I compare that with what is shown under the guise of entertainment in movies, TV, and such.
Now, I go where angels do not tread. Listen to the women howl, “The way I dress does not give a guy permission to rape/touch/harass/oogle/whistle at/or make any other unwanted advances toward me.” Agree, 100%. But it’s like setting a trap, baiting it with cheese, and blaming the mouse for liking cheese.
Now back to my beginning quote by F. B. Meyer. There was a time when the accidental glimpse of a girl’s trim ankle, caught a guy’s attention. Fascinating, alluring, with some mystery involved. Now the beaches are full of beautiful girls in strings at the top and bottom. All looking alike. About the only thing a guy is left to think about is which one he can get in bed quickest. The louse, or is it mouse. Let’s go bigger, He’s a rat and she’s the bait.
Oh, one more thing, my lesson to the girls about the short skirts without hose. It only lasted until they saw the women on the platform dressed the way I said not to. I gave up.
I offer the following comment from a blogger. It so well presents the danger of the “traps of man and the modern world” that awaits our young people.
“May I perhaps just leave a few words for the parents who DO train their children up right, who use morals as their guide and instruct them using scripture & church teachings as their foundation; but whose children still fall into the traps of man and the modern world. I want them to know they have not failed. And I want them to know that our Heavenly Father knows their broken-heart well. But most especially that He still treasures and loves them for having tried so earnestly to guard & guide them along the way. I pray they not judge themselves too harshly and trust that by god’s grace perhaps they’ll be blessed enough to see the Shephard one day bring them back to the flock! OH, glorious day!” (underlined by me)
In spite of all, continue to teach a solid moral foundation to your children. They might fall into traps, but all traps do not kill! When they escape they will need security to return to. We have God’s promise “unto the third and fourth generation.” Continue in prayer and promise!