My monthly column at New Evangelizers is up this morning. FTR: I’m absolutely no good at telling whether my daughters’ pants are too tight, and their skirts too short. So if you read my column, and you get this vision of me as one of those people whose daughters are always dressed with perfect modesty, and then you meet my kids and you think, Wow, that’s an amazingly sleazy outfit that child is wearing . . . It’s okay to voice your vote. Because yep. To quote myself:
” . . . we ladies don’t instinctively understand modesty — we’re no more aroused at the sight of a bare shoulder than at the sight of a naked Golden Retriever.”
No hippos? No capes?
Sometimes we have to make the difficult decision between the hippos and the fidget hat.
I hadn’t thought it through.