I don’t own pants. No I don’t. It doesn’t have much to do with being modest though. It has more to do with looking and feeling like a girl. I gave up on pants 4+ years ago. I was sick of trying to find pants that fit. I was tired of feeling like a slob because all I was wearing was jeans, T-shirts and skate shoes. I just wanted out of my rut and to feel pretty and feminine. So I no longer even own pants and that’s that.
No, I don’t get cold in the “winter.” (Have you seen what the Canadian West Coast and American Pacific North West call winter?) Tights, leg warmer, knee-high socks and boots keep me warm and dryish. If I get really cold I put my feather-weight long-johns under my tights and I’m toasty. I can’t imagine how cold people get when they’re only wearing jeans (or maybe I just forgot).
No, I don’t think pants are bad. Pants just aren’t for me. The only time I feel pants are immodest is when they’re too tight or the rise is too low. I don’t see pants as a strictly male garment. Back in the day, in many parts of Europe, everyone wore tunics (reads: dresses). Men’s tunics tended to be shorter, but still, we don’t consider dresses male garments today. My convoluted point is that pants or skirts can be modest or immodest. I think it is primarily a matter of cut.
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I can no longer count how many times I’ve been told I’m not liberated, or oppressed. That’s so cute. It’s self oppression then. So I suppose I’ll tell you why I “oppress” myself.
I of course don’t see what I do as oppression. The comments I get telling me to “show my beauty,” and “If you got it, flaunt it,” that’s oppression.
The one liner that I have come up with is, “My hair, just like the rest of me, is my business. No one has the right to see it.” But the extended version is we are sacred beings created in God’s image. The body is as sacred as the spirit. This body, this temple has been given to me to care for. Respect for myself, and yes my husband dictates that I keep much of myself to myself. Religious or not we don’t run all over the sacred (or Sacred). It is cared for, cherished and shared with but a few.
Think of how precious a secret was when you were a child. It was even better if you shared it with only your best friend. It lost value the more people knew about it.
Please do not assume that I am saying that as people we lose our value if we are less covered than I choose to be. I cover myself the way I feel I should and need to. I have been seen walking down the street with ladies in short skirts, low-cut tops and everything in between. I do my best not to judge. It simply isn’t my place. I have been judged enough for my choices. (We’ll touch more on short skirts and low tops later.)
The bottom line is, no I am not oppressed. I think being told that the more I show the more liberated I am is oppression. I think if this is your thought process you should reexamine why you feel this way. I will acknowledge that there are women in the world who are required to cover as a means of oppression. That doesn’t mean we all are. For some, it is a means of expressing ourselves and our beliefs that others have no right to our person. Is that not the very definition of liberation?
Think I’m wrong? Tell me why! (Just be polite.)
My standards roughly follow the Jewish standards in terms of coverage. I cover, more or less, to the elbow. I don’t show cleavage and skirts generally come to my knee or just above. My hair is covered in public or in my home when there are men other than my husband present.
Religiously speaking modest dress within my parish (OCA Orthodox Christian) is not regulated but supported. During a liturgy it is not uncommon to see women covering their hair. At times such as lent it is likely you will see some more women covering their hair. No one really pays much attention to whether you cover you hair or not. The manner in which you cover and how much you hide is up to you. Young or old, married or single you might or might not cover you hair during service.
I am still something of an anomaly even within my parish or religious group. I cover (read hide my hair from the world) all the time. People are still a bit confused by it and attribute it to my excentric self. The most flak comes from my feminist (ish) mom and a couple of people whom I have known for some time. Generally I don’t find that strangers notice or say anything. I will usually use a hat or a large scarf knotted at the back of my head. I just look like the local hippies. They’re everywhere here.
I invite your comments about your standards, especially how you’ve come to your standards. If they are dictated by your religious group, tell me about how you may have struggled to follow those withing a culture that is less accepting of modesty.
Hi Everyone! This is my contribution to the modesty discussion.
My name is Lindsay. I am an Orthodox Christian living in Victoria, BC with my husband and two kitties. I will be sharing my experiences with covering up and sharing my opinions about the topic in general.