An article about church and obesity set me thinking, and researching a bit.
Have you ever waded into the topic of appearance among churchian women? I have. And as a man you can expect to be scorned for even having any preference for the way a woman looks. You will be called shallow and accused of giving over to the fallen condition of your base desires. You will be reminded that we all change with age, asked how would we handle the disfiguring accident, and a plethora of other canned shaming arguments meant to offer license to women who know they could probably stand to LOSE SOME WEIGHT.
The article I read was about general obesity among the faithful, not gender specific. We’ve all had a chuckle about the bulletin bloopers where the humor is mainly rooted in misstatements about eating and obesity. Humor does have a way of shedding light on reality. Mrs. Empath and I were discussing this, and she is a valuable resource for all things churchian culture because she is a saved at 6 in the small Texas town Baptist church girl. My coming to faith in my early 30’s, and her subsequent 22 years with me as we Vulcan mind meld somewhere in the middle has helped both of us understand each other, and others in our respective spheres better than either of us could on our own.
I was particularly intrigued by this fact cited in this article:
Baptist women are at highest risk of obesity
I need to dig deeper into the study mentioned but earlier the person making that comment stated :
But he wondered whether the observed effect was only seen in women. And he also questioned the role of marriage, since the study focuses on the time period when many Americans get hitched.
So we talked about it. I recounted the time when her and I were attending a Baptist church, and one of our Sunday School fellow attendees had his father there, who when we discussed alcohol, became so agitated he turned red and said that at HIS Baptist church it had a list of forbidden behaviors right on the bulletin and drinkin’ was not tolerated. Wow.
That prohibition was famously driven by gangs of angry harpies buttresses the notion that some of these Baptist women may not take too kindly to no drinkin’ and dancin and such but oh honey past the pot roast and there is always room for pie!. Little Abner the farmer, who would disappear to a spelunkers envy amidst the tunnels and crevasses of Murtle’s mid section had better love that women, ALL of that women for who she is because it was the women inside he fell for wasn’t it?
I’m sorry, ladies…..its OK if you are put off by your husbands gut. Men, its fine you’d prefer your wife’s waist smaller than your shoulders. And as you both age, you can both do the best with what you have. That may mean skipping the pot luck.
We don’t want Abner getting lost cave exploring seeking the inner woman. I know we charted the oceans, but somewhere on the way to Murtle’s real woman you may come across a sign “here there be monsters”.