Underwear Rules
“I can’t believe the things you talk about in the locker room!” AdventureMan exclaimed, “we (meaning the men in the men’s locker room) never have those conversations.”
No. They talk about what they did in the military, they talk about aches and pains.
We women talk about everything.
I had just told AdventureMan about my new revelation. The woman next to me in the locker room told me about her system. She hangs her underwear on a rack in her laundry room, which is next to her garage. When she is heading out the door to go to water aerobics, she just grabs her underwear off the rack and heads out the door.
“You can do that?” I thought to myself. I might have even said it out loud. It was a whole new way of thinking for me.
What about underwear rules? What about the rule that says you are supposed to take things out of the dryer or off the rack and fold them up and put them away? Isn’t that like a law or something? I think – I used to think – it was like one of God’s laws, but now I am thinking maybe it was one of my Mom’s laws.
I feel so free! My laundry room is also next to my garage. LLOOLL! I can grab underwear on my way out, too! Wooo HOOOOOOO!
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You make me laugh! That was the best part of being in the military–not living under my mom’s rules! Right up there with leaving clean dishes in the dishwasher until you need them at the next meal!
LLOOLL, Momcat, what made me laugh was that it NEVER occurred to me that it was OK to do that, and what still makes me laugh is that this morning, I couldn’t stand it any longer and took all the laundry off the racks to take upstairs and fold, LLLOOOLLLL, I am still a slave to ‘the rules’.
You are applauding Amer, right, Chrip? I particularly like when he reminds of us the old Kuwait, where men and women worked together, and women managed the home and business while the men were at sea, or on trading missions. And I love this:
“If only people took the time to learn about our beloved Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and his kind, good-humored, patient, compassionate and tolerant ways, instead of blindly following self-imposed judges, juries and executioners of society — who pass ethical judgments on so-called ‘moral pariahs,’ restricting people’s freedom of expression and worship and stifling their personal choice — Kuwait would be in a much healthier shape than it is now.”
There is nothing that gets my blood running hot faster than a holy man – of any religion – who quotes scripture to suit his agenda, rather than to honor God. We are meant to be at peace with one another, and to respect one another. The essence of morality is the freedom to CHOOSE to be a moral person.