50 Shades of Disgusting Filth Perverted Trash may be “The mother of harlots,” (Revelations 17:5) but it certainly is not the only thing on the shelves that pretends to be literature, is predominantly for women, and is totally and undeniably GROSS! The proper name for these kind of “books” is harlequin romance novels, but I prefer to refer to them as vomit inducers.
Friends, don’t buy into any of the hype surrounding these books. God taught us about sex, and it does NOT include trash like this! Stay away. If you need a book that is interesting, intelligent, and yes even slightly romantic at times, lemme know. I can recommend plenty.
And for a brief tangent, the term Romantic is interesting. We often think of romantic love; the stuff that chick flicks is made of. But it comes from Romanticism, which is a literary genre that was somewhat of a disillusioned reaction to the harshness of previous epistemologies of a more scientific nature. Will write more later!
Stay away from trash in book form, please. You got toooooonz of better stuff to do anyways 🙂
so I don’t mind in the least that my car usually is not immaculate
course I still gotta get rid of some of the crap and vacuum it out sometimes
(line of propriety)
but overall it’s NOT my top priority
AND THAT IS OKAY!
Don’t ever give me crap about my car again (it’s not that bad anyways!). I ain’t lookin’ to be offended, but just don’t talk to me about that subject, k?
ya right, you’re better off tryin’ to freeze hell!
The disgusting phenomenon known as “strip clubs” is a sad and embarrassing part of our society. As is often portrayed in pop culture, “men” will go to these kinds of clubs (why they are sometimes referred to as “Gentlemen’s Clubs” is beyond me!) soon before they get married, or even for no specific occasion at all. For some reason which I will never fully understand, it seems fun and harmless to casually objectify women. Sadly, sometimes women themselves contribute to this false idea; some think they will be more appealing and sexy if they fulfill some sick fantasy. Ew! Totez gross! Be a lady! And the guys need to be real men (just like Elder Christofferson talked about in this post)! So now howzabout you let me set the record straight on what should REALLY happen on the dance floor.
Hint: it’s classy, clean, AND still lets me bust a move.
(safe for all eyes and ears OF COURSE!)
Truths to Consider:
1) Most girls/women who work in strip-clubs have been abused and are very unhappy (more to come on this idea in another post).
2) Most boys/men who patronize strip-clubs are lonely, desperate, insecure, and unhappy as well.
3) God intended for us to be sexual, but within the realm of a committed, marital relationship (read more about this here), and certainly not in some stuffy, crowded shack of sin that smells like stale armpits and halitosis.
(this sentence will be repeated in this post, FYI).
So what is to be done? Thankfully, all is not lost. There are inspired leaders (ancient and modern) who have given us counsel and truth concerning these issues. Here are just a few insights that will bring us safety and happiness if we heed them:
Dancing can be fun and can provide an opportunity to meet new people. When dancing, avoid full body contact with your partner. Do not use positions or moves that are suggestive of sexual or violent behavior or are otherwise inappropriate….Attend only those dances where dress, grooming, lighting, lyrics, music, and entertainment contribute to a wholesome atmosphere where the Spirit may be present.
And once again, lemme show you a girl who can dance
and have a good time while still keeping things clean:
And ya’ll, this may or may not apply to you, but just so you know,
any man who engages in any sort of these behaviors
doesn’t stand a CHANCE with me!
So keep it clean, and maybe we can get to know each other.
🙂
And now let me give you a nice, take-away quote (the one I said I’d repeat!):
“God intended for us to be sexual, but within the realm of a committed, marital relationship, and certainly not in some stuffy, crowded shack of sin that smells like stale armpits and halitosis.”
~Katie Wilk
In conclusion, let me utilize the megaphone pic of the ever lovely Ms. Bedingfield (she can move and still be a lady!) to express something that I really just wanna shout to the world:
Don’t glamorize what is ugly in reality…
STRIP CLUBS STINK!
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*if you wanna pass this message/post along, I wouldn’t object…
PS. This is not a judgment on women who work in the industry, especially because so many of them are coerced or have a terrible background story. Don’t call me judgmental, ok? That’s not what this is about. We’re all children of God, but sin is sin, and I’m not afraid to call it that…
#not usually this bad, just wanted to exaggerate for artistic purposes (it was moving day a few years ago)
*Famous (and weirdo) American writer Thomas Pynchon has a relatively renowned short story called “Entropy” dealing with slightly related themes, but in a less funny and more disillusioning way. Like, we close ourselves off from the world cuz it’s so bad. Sad. Will write about that piece eventually…
#hey boys, if we fall in love I promise I will remedy this bedroom situation STAT and be your perfect cookie-cutter Mormon housewife! I’ll sweep the floor if you sweep this girl off her feet.
