June 07, 2007

Oh, good grief.

The original post that led to other posts that finally wound up being linked in THIS post is such a bunch of twaddle.

What is it with some people? If you can't find some sort of earthy, carnal attraction to your own spouse without getting tut-tutted about it, then something is just bad wrong with this country. The original photo that started all the swooning hand-wringing is tame beyond belief.

Look, there's a time and a place for everything, certainly, but please--just as sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, sometimes a guy standing beside his wife and talking to her is just a guy standing beside his wife talking to her.

Now, by way of full disclosure, you all should know--if you're not abundantly aware of it already--that I find it difficult to look on my wife for more than about a minute or two before my mind starts wandering to thoughts of a more base nature. Just last night, as we were sitting on the pew at Vacation Bible School, listening to all the kids singing the list of Old Testament judges, she had to tell me something, so I leaned over so she could she could tell me in my ear because it was so loud in the auditorium, and as she was telling me, I noticed that I could look right down her blouse, so I did, and I enjoyed it tremendously, and had to ask that she repeat herself several times as I held my ear to her mouth.

Oh, sure, she finally caught on and told me to stop it RIGHT NOW, but, still, this country would be a lot better if people would leer at their own spouse a bit more often, and really mean it.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 7, 2007 11:37 AM

Except maybe not in Church, hmmmm?

Posted by: skinnydan at June 7, 2007 12:58 PM

Well, I am very discrete in the way in which I leer. And it wasn't like we in the middle of anything requiring attention to something OTHER than leering. Finally, there are only so many hours in a day, and only so many opportunities for a leer, that one feels obliged to leer (discretely, of course) when the opportunity presents itself.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 7, 2007 01:09 PM

Heh. Dan's comment brings to mind a very entertaining workshop we had for musicians and singers several years ago at my former church.

A dear friend of mine gave a hilarious little speech reminding all the ladies of the need to wear proper undergarments (and make sure they stayed under - this was at the height of the let's-wear-underwear-as-outerwear craze) and to remember that theatre-style lights tend to make a lot of things translucent, if not transparent. After all, it wasn't as if the entire male population of the church were automatically neutered as they walked in the doors....

I haven't laughed that much since.

Posted by: Diane at June 7, 2007 01:38 PM

Hmmmm. Peekaboo choir robes....

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 7, 2007 02:00 PM

Hmmm...my husband has a bad habit of looking at me and waggling his eyebrows. For some reason he thinks he has the right or something.

This may or may not be connected to the fact that we have four children. :)

Posted by: Jordana at June 7, 2007 02:43 PM

He not only has the right, but the sacred duty, to cast longing, eyebrow-waggling glances toward you!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 7, 2007 03:08 PM