Being afraid of being sent to hell for eternity is no more “evidence” that god exists than is being afraid of tigers evidence that there is one in your back yard.
That was beautiful.
In my opinion, the best advantages rationality can gain is a totally reasonable intelligent well spoken blond woman wearing sleeveless dresses smiling and explaining with devastating clarity just how much sense atheism makes.
I am a “typical” american grew up in New York. When I was 18 and my sister was 17, my sister and I visited my father for a few weeks who was working in Esfahan. The shah was still in charge, it was the late 1970s.
My sister was a beautiful young woman with blond hair. Despite being warned by other non-Iranians that when we went in to see Esfahan she should dress modestly, she went out in a sleeveless dress because it was warm and sunny. Angry old men spat at her (at least one anyway) and the young men brushed up against her and copped feels.
The idea that you can manage the strong sexual and social urges men feel in the presence of attractive women by keeping the women uneducated, locked away, and covered when they are out is ludicrous, wasteful of more than half of the human resources a society has, plus pretty crappy for the women. Providing even the slightest respect towards this call for “modesty” is a strategic mistake. Well, maybe the slightest respect, an attractive dress wtih a moderate amount of cleavage showing is a better idea than a thong and a push-up bra for our rationality spokesmodel.
Plus I enjoy being oddly specific. It feels livelier to me than stilted generalities.
More like, after a certain point, it just gets impractical. Both “modesty” and “immodesty” (also, what a crappy word, synonymous with humility, which is not what this is about, right? well, except for Medaka-chan, but she’s kind of special).
That was beautiful.
That was oddly specific.
I am a “typical” american grew up in New York. When I was 18 and my sister was 17, my sister and I visited my father for a few weeks who was working in Esfahan. The shah was still in charge, it was the late 1970s.
My sister was a beautiful young woman with blond hair. Despite being warned by other non-Iranians that when we went in to see Esfahan she should dress modestly, she went out in a sleeveless dress because it was warm and sunny. Angry old men spat at her (at least one anyway) and the young men brushed up against her and copped feels.
The idea that you can manage the strong sexual and social urges men feel in the presence of attractive women by keeping the women uneducated, locked away, and covered when they are out is ludicrous, wasteful of more than half of the human resources a society has, plus pretty crappy for the women. Providing even the slightest respect towards this call for “modesty” is a strategic mistake. Well, maybe the slightest respect, an attractive dress wtih a moderate amount of cleavage showing is a better idea than a thong and a push-up bra for our rationality spokesmodel.
Plus I enjoy being oddly specific. It feels livelier to me than stilted generalities.
More like, after a certain point, it just gets impractical. Both “modesty” and “immodesty” (also, what a crappy word, synonymous with humility, which is not what this is about, right? well, except for Medaka-chan, but she’s kind of special).