Archive for January, 2007
At the church I am a part of, we recently began a discussion on some pretty crazy things, most notably masturbation. If you have some thoughts about it, we’d love to hear from you.
If you are a football (american) fan and have kept up with this season, and if you happen to be a Chargers fan, you know how heart-wrenching the loss was yesterday… *Sigh*
Not to belittle the more serious losses of life, but as I was reflecting on my feelings after the game and trying to imagine what the Chargers may have been feeling, I thought of the typical grief cycle people go through when they experience loss in life.
Phase 1: Impact
Phase 2: Withdrawl and Confusion
Phase 3: Adjustment
Phase 4: Reconstruction/Reconciliation
Again, I don’t want to belittle the bigger losses of life, but I think it healthy to realize that everyday losses in life, including football games, are legitimate and real losses that we need to learn how to deal with in a healthy way.
So the local mall took down a billboard we put up in the mall. What was on it? The following:
Now, I’m not too sure what all the reasoning behind the take down exactly was. Perhaps there were some legitimate concerns. But for a mall that includes advertising for “Sex in the City,” Bebe and Victoria’s Secret, Abercrombie and Guess, I hope the reason wasn’t because of the word “sex.”
But maybe it was, epsecially in conjunction with the word “church.” It reminds me of an observation made by Laura Winner in a recent work of hers, Real Sex (I highly recommend this book!), about the public yet highly private nature of sex:
“In contemporary society, sex is public- moms go on talk shows and confess to slepping with their daughters’ boyfriends, Calvin Klein models expose their body parts in magazine ads. But if sex is public, it is not communal. Americans consider sex a fine topic of public disclosure but we insist that sex is also private, nobody’s business but mine and the person with whom I’m doing it. I can show you my midriff in public, and I can make out with my boyfriend on a park bench, but there is no communal grammar that allows you to talk to me about this body I am exposing in front of you. Underpinning everything else we say about sex is the assumption and insistence that you ought to keep your nose out of my bedroom… one person’s sexual behaviour is not anyone else’s concern…”
Her response to this?
“Put simply, this is a lie.”
Real Sex, pp. 46-48