Has anyone ever been sitting in church and while you should be praying instead are looking at a fellow church-goer thinking "What in God's name are you wearing?" I think this all the time. Never more than at Easter Sunday mass.
I get that people aren't going to be all dressy dressy for mass anymore. Honestly, I think that's okay. We don't need to fancy ourselves up every Sunday for mass. If you want to great, but if you want to wear your jeans...I don't care.
However, some women believe that being fancy fancy means dressing skanky skanky. T & A has no business in the Lord's house. Leave those mini-skirts, low-cut tops and barely there dresses for the clubs. Let's show some class. On Easter, the skanky factor is amped up. I think it's the spring fever thing.
This Easter was no different. I just really can't imagine showing up for church with my boobs hanging out for everyone to see. Nor can I imagine wearing a mini-skirt and having to shift uncomfortably every time I sit down. You don't have to dress like a nun to go to church (I saw one woman who was wearing a Polly Flanders dress circa 1984), but you are in a space of worship and should treat it accordingly. That means dress with respect. Not dress like you are trying to become a walking Cialis prescription.
Last year, my brother was confirmed and I was his sponsor. At the confirmation, I literally could not believe the outfits that these young girls were wearing on the day they became a true Catholic. One girl (and by girl, I mean 16-year-old) was wearing a lace mini-dress that had a sheer, lace back cut all the way down to her ass crack. Just the way I'd want the archbishop to view me as he's welcoming me to the church.
Look, I'm not a prude when it comes to dressing, but there is a time and place. Church ain't it.