No wonder we try to get our power through our appearance, because that is the only place we feel like we have any control. We can “control” men and their appetites when we look like an ageless porn star. After all, that is what we are conditioned to believe our worth is, and that is how men are conditioned to think about women. Just watch, use some “new eyes”, and ask yourself a few questions while you are watching a screen, or scanning a magazine.
“Is this woman being celebrated because she is attractive?”
“Is this woman being celebrated because she is free sexually?”
“Is this woman being celebrated because she is overweight, and so she must be funny, because that is the only way she can be noticed?”
“Is this woman being celebrated because she is just like a man?”
“Is this woman being celebrated because she has some awesome skill, for example decorating a house?”
“Is the woman being used as an example of crazy behaviour? Mentally unstable?”
I think you’ll find that for the most part, women are being portrayed in a way that we don’t even notice. We can’t be “real” because then there is something wrong. It isn’t interesting enough to even put on a screen, and why waste precious entertainment dollars showing something real. Even reality tv is crazy!! How are these people even real? Most of the entertainment that comes from that venue are from people who believe the lie that we are only valuable if we are sex objects, mentally unstable, or rich…or a combination of all three!
How is this even entertainment? Because we are blind by conditioning, and in that we are always in the process of shaving a few pounds, smoothing out our skin, thinning out our legs, propping up our backside, injecting toxins into our bodies or even going under the knife. The alarming trend I am starting to see is how many professing christians are also in this business of “improvement”. We are kept busy on our “body projects” so that we cannot be effective in the kingdom of God. Better to be kept distracted.
Where does it come from?
to be continued…
Prayer. What does that look like? For many of us it is a ritualistic poem that we say before meals, or when we go to church. There is an emptiness to this ritual, but there doesn’t seem to be anything else to say. Other times, we call out to God, “Help me, I can’t do this anymore, and I’ll do anything if you just answer this cry for help”. Then we forget this prayer as soon as the situation abates. We might be left with a sense that the prayer was answered, but that’s as far as it goes. Continue reading Start the Conversation…
For many of us “eternity” is just the name of a perfume…and not really the concept of a life unending. It’s easier to also focus on the here and now, there is so much going on, and life can be an all-consuming struggle day after day. Who has time to think about life after death? And is there really life after death? Isn’t that something used to “scare people out of hell” and into some form of religious life? Continue reading Eternity
I’m sitting here, at my desk, looking out the window…it’s dismal, grey, rainy…and I know it’s affecting me. Part of me just wants to curl up with a good book, cup of tea, and just escape the gloom, but the “practical part” of me knows I have a paper to write, a fundraiser to get ready for, a house that needs cleaning…etc…it never ends, does it? What to do? Continue reading Making A Difference…?
Have you ever had a conversation with someone, listened, and thought to yourself, “I don’t understand why they are telling me this, my life is much worse than that”…and then go on to tell them your problems. They might look a little surprised that you didn’t hear a word they said, and they nod politely as they listen to you one-up them in the horror story department. Continue reading One-Upmanship
Throughout history we have had generations that have been known for grit, tenacity, faith, morals, and truth. It’s becoming quite apparent that things aren’t the same anymore. We are raising a new generation by over protecting them, and instilling fear into everything we do and say. It might not be that easy to see, but I am guilty of it myself. Continue reading “Our____, who art in _____?”