Hands down, this is the most awkward story I’ve ever seen printed in the Mankato Free Press. You’ve got to read the story to appreciate the creepy picture above.
This event would seem to be a conflict of interest for a certain type of parent. (You know, the type of parent who believes if you cover a kids eyes throughout their childhood, they’ll never fall to the wayside like their sinful peers.) I’m sickened by the thought of this organized religious event where 11-year-old girls are supposed to take a vow of celibacy and grant their father’s God-like status in their lives. How completely unnatural.
Obviously, I’m not a parent and I won’t claim to being a Sunday morning saint. But here’s the thing: My parents were never so overbearing, and as a result, I wasn’t out fathering babies at 14, smoking pot and vandalizing cars. My parents were the cool type who didn’t ask unnecessary questions, impose excessive rules or act as all-knowing dictators. I turned out fine. Never been arrested, never been in a fight, never fallen in with the wrong crowd. I think part of being a great parent is knowing there’s only so much you can do.
A purity ball? Really? Maybe I’m just grossed out by the incestuous undertones.