For over fifteen centuries in the world touched by Western civilization, Christ's mother embodied the feminine ideal. During this time, the Virgin Mary's dignity extended to all women.
She inspired the arts and literature. Most importantly, she inspired mothers who in turn inspired their children to honor and respect femininity. The age of chivalry was a product of the veneration of women who modeled themselves on the Mother of God.C'mon, don't cry. Look, you had a great run! For fifteen hundred years you pulled off a very plausible impersonation of a Virgin, despite the near constant pregnancies, but sooner or later the rubes were bound to catch on that you were having sex behind their backs. Even Michelle Duggar's kids have begun to suspect.
Such women behaved and dressed modestly. Not only did their modesty conceal their physical charm, it also masked whatever blemishes nature may have imparted.
Floor-length gowns were useful in concealing rickets, while wimples helped a woman de-emphasize her pinhead and male pattern baldness.
Most of all, free of physical distraction men attuned to the spirit appreciated the vastly more important and enduring qualities of their women. They understood true beauty: the beauty of the soul.This perhaps explains the fashion among women of the Late Middle Ages and early Renaissance periods for cosmetic soul augmentation surgery.
Contrary to current mythology, there were plenty of strong women throughout those centuries.That's the thing about feminists that bugs me the most -- their tiresome insistence that woman played no significant part in history.
However, they were invariably feminine women, who, like their model, derived their power from their feminine identity.Doesn't her power actually stem from the claim she was impregnated by the Supreme Being? I'm not sure how practical a model that is for most young women, although claiming your boyfriend is God would probably stop the cheerleaders from throwing Slushies at you in the hall.
Mary's influence began to fade in the 16th century.Her last album tanked.
Eventually in much of the West, she came to be regarded as just another woman. All women were depreciated in proportion to her waning influence.Men of the time were often heard to exclaim in surprise and disappointment: "Hey, how can you be a holy virgin when you're dying of the plague like everybody else? And besides, didn't we have sex last night?...Oh crap."
Today, after another 500 years, femininity is all but extinct, a casualty of an insane frenzy to convince women they are equal to men. Of all the revolutionary zealots determined to expunge femininity, none yet seems to have discovered what women are supposed to be other than morphologically non-conforming men.There are different theories, but most zealots feel that women are supposed to be xenarthrans, since that's a largely vacant genetic and environmental niche, and -- to paraphrase Herman Mankiewicz -- their only competition are idiots and armadillos.
Cute, pink, "fairy armadillos," who dress modestly beneath the crusty, bone-like carapace.
If there were an enemy bent on destroying all humanity, he would find no better place to start than by destroying femininity. Despite social pressures to the contrary, women will probably always form the next generation.Although, since femininity was killed off, women tend to form new generations from Plastigoop, using the Thingmaker.
"Liberating" young girls from a model of purity and docility to God and supplanting it with a burden of guilt, shame, and rage would breed mothers who would inevitably infuse their children with resentments and hostilities thereby creating a self-propagating blight sure to infect future generations.Strangely, my mother accomplished all that while still wearing an A-line dress, open-toed pumps and a wiglet.