It’s a blogger’s joy when someone else says something the blogger wants to say but hasn’t yet done so, for any number of reasons big or small.
And, so, I am chortling happily at Tony Woodlief’s saying what I always wanted to say about those who go to church (or, to other august events, such as funerals) dressed in attire not even fit for taking out the trash at 2:00 A.M. on the darkest night of the year.
Here’s his opening salvo:
I’m looking forward to our new church sanctuary because it will have pews. Right now we sit on folding chairs, which is part of the reason why I had to stare at the pimply ass-crack of the young woman in front of me, until I left to sit in the lobby, where the view was brighter and the sermon sounded kinder. She was a visitor, and some grace must be afforded, though the regular member who brought her treated everyone to more than we needed to see of her lime-green underwear.
It gets better. Much, much better. Read the whole thing. And, don’t overlook the comments. A few of them are priceless, and Woodlief provides you with some nifty retorts to those who’d defend the thing Woodlief skewers.
I notice that Woodlief has filed this particular blog in a category named “irritations.” Heh heh heh.