Well, that’s what the “pro-marriage” Christian right will tell you. To anyone interested in being thoroughly disgusted, I introduce to you Fredrick the Epistolizer, who I like to think of as Dr. Laura’s long-lost twin (yes, he too over-uses the term “shacking up”).
Interesting an episode the other day was about the evils of judging by appearance.
As with those that claim they read Playboy for the articles, I suppose he became smitten by this tramp through her personality.
Because she posed for Playboy, she must be a tramp with no personality. And these ladies must be oozing charm…
For those charmed by the puny, ditzy model type, be warned. They don’t strike me as the kind that will do much housework or happily do as they are told like a proper wife should.
Right. No need to respond to this…
Any satisfaction to be derived from having such a showcase bride based upon contemporary standards of beauty idolizing malnutrition and an emaciated look will no doubt be eaten up by divorce settlement costs a few years down the road.
Yeah, I’m not a big fan of malnutrition either. But I feel like eating disorder awareness is not his primary concern here.
Glamour wenches seldom make good companions and hardly the best selection as mothers.
Everyone knows: Ugly women raise better kids. (Now, if I were the kind of good Christian woman who would marry a character like Fredrick, I’d probably be a little insulted by this. Luckily, I am not).
As I once read in a Christian book on youth ministry, when it comes to basing a relationship primarily on appearance, fine feathers clothe an expensive bird.
…why do I get the feeling that that “bird” is always an attractive woman?