It's that time of year again ....
Yeah, not gonna do it this year, either. The Facebook breast cancer awareness game is getting more prurient, more sexually suggestive and less reticent. More unholy exhibitionism than holy bashfulness, having more in common with Eve Ensler than Alice Von Hildebrand, it's just not proper.
I'm not sure what it's supposed to accomplish anyway. A bit of sniggering together while the men wonder just what it is you're talking about? No it couldn't possibly mean THAT. But of course, THAT is exactly what the game is designed to imply. My, aren't we cleaver, coming up with these little games and all you post is the appropriate response. And the appropriate response is always cryptic, designed to be sexually suggestive.
Have we all regressed to silly adolescents trying to shock the adults? Do we have to be semi-exhibitionists to prove we aren't prudes? I guess "fight like a girl" is the proper battle cry here because mature adults have no need of these games and recognize some things just aren't meant for public view. Not because they are "dirty" or "nasty" or "icky", but because they are hidden for a reason, being meant for something greater than a cheap voyeurism.
So, your word for today is: pudeur.
Go look it up in your Funk & Wagnall's. And if you want to play the suggestive game, don't tag me, please.
Within moments of this blog post crossing to Facebook, I was contacted then "unfriended" by the woman who tagged me in the message. Apparently, my deficient sense of humour causing my inability to laugh at deliberately sexually suggestive facebook memes is a problem. As I said more Eve Ensler than Alice von Hildebrand. It's sad this this woman was one of my mentors at Denver Seminary and a fellow alumna. Kind of makes you wonder what kind of "spiritual formation" is going on there, doesn't it? Oh well.