Quit Dressing like a Prostitute…

This….this right here, has been increasingly on my mind, for ever so long, on so many ‘fronts’, and regarding so ever many topics – to me? The story I shared (real life experience!) encapsulates, still, the ‘abstraction’ of what I see continually, on so many fronts and topics in todays’ world of current debates, disagreements, labels and judgement on ever so many fronts –

I guess, in the end?

My youngest son’s Sociology teacher from my son’s first year of college? Might be right –

At risk of mis-labeling myself, for both the experts and the hoarding masses, or angry mob folks?

I probably am, at heart – a sociologist – I just try hard to not get dissuaded by algorithms, data sets or narrow experiments in data collection, to prove my points – 😀

The Good, Bad and Ludicrous

“Fully equipped with our own sets of values, of which we are largely unconscious, we sally forth in the world and automatically see behavior with glasses colored by our own experience” – Customs and Cultures by Eugene A. Nida, 1954 edition, page 2

Mr. Nida’s book opens with the following story:

Local church elders loudly opposed the suggestion by missionaries that women of the congregation be required to wear clothing concealing their breasts when attending Church.  In that part of the Congo, the well and fully dressed female citizens were all too often prostitutes.

In other cultures examined by Mr. Nida, full-length grass skirts were the adornments worn by the modest.

Bare breasts and covered legs = Proper Decorum.

(I will also note that my stretch marks, sagging abdomen and full hips would fetch a very high bride price in some cultures.   Here, I’m just ugly.)

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My own foray…

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