How in the world do you get to a point in your life where you're so comfortable that you can wear hardly anything in public? I'm watching bits and pieces of the VMAs being rerun, and I'm just appalled. Some people really should have just worn their underwear; that's what their "outfits" amount to. I worry all day long about my students getting a glimpse of anything of mine, and others parade around with boobies, booty, and belly hanging out. I'm sorry, but I find it gross. Leave something to the imagination. I tell my students--you don't want to see mine, I don't want to see yours. So far we've found a happy medium, at least in that respect.
“Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue.” Joseph Addison
Keep it covered! Guys, I'm talking to you too. There, I feel better.
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I have been thinking about the exact same subject! Friday will be the launching the new school newspaper on Friday. As editor in cheif, I get the priviledge (I nominated myself) to write an editorial. This past one is on the block schedule. I've been praying about my next one. I'm pretty sure it's on modesty. Seriously, I say, "Put your boobs away," or "Hey...I don't need to see the girls so much!" 50 times a day! I can't wait to hear their reaction to my story!
I would love to read it myself! It makes me SO uncomfortable to see someone else's cleavage. And I really don't need to witness any 8th grade boys getting excited!
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