On a private blog, there's a discussion going on about "Protestant nonsense" some Catholics have bought into -- that modesty means wearing a long skirt, that there's an 11th commandment saying "Thou shalt homeschool" and so forth.
What it reminds me of, more than anything else, is the time when I was about nine and discovered the Amish. And I wished that Catholics had to dress like them. (The women, anyway; I was too young to care what the guys looked like.) Not only did I think it was a more graceful style of dress -- and I needed all the physical grace I could get -- I wanted a concrete sign that I belonged to something. I wanted to be able to say, "Look, me too!" without saying anything.
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