No, seriously. There are, at this very moment, a lot of people who are convinced that the end of the world is coming because of trousers. In church even! On ladies!
The Mayans predicted this!
To bring you up to speed, a new group for equality within Mormonism decided, last week, to kick things off with a nice, respectful sign of solidarity by inviting those who, for whatever reason, feel like we could do a bit better in accepting each other as children of God rather than prescribed and simplistic stereotypes.
It was a simple idea: if you would like to do something to show love for those who have felt marginalized for no reason other than outdated and purely cultural norms (mothers who work, fathers who stay at home, single members, that mia maid you know who kind of would rather be building fires than baking bread or that deacon in your ward who will probably never have someone teach him how to bake bread), then maybe consider wearing a nice pair of dress slacks this Sunday.
As a symbol for things with no doctrinal or theological background that have been reified as THOU SHALT.
You know, for things similar to but much more important than pants.
So, there you go. Seemed like a nice idea. Not “angry.” Not “whiny.” Not Pantspocalypse…y.
Well, here’s an example of what the event facebook page was bombarded with:
“Yall are busy bodies who think you’ve found something the prophet has missed, think you’re so smart and then either get yourselves kicked out of the church or stay in and are a pain in everyone else’s neck. Better check yourselves. This is crap.”
Before I saw the massive and hateful backlash reserved for something like dress slacks, I thought this was a nice idea. After seeing the panicky and judgmental calls to repentance–again, for something like dress slacks–I decided there was no way in the world that I could not participate.
I agree that an event called “Wear Pants to Church Day” sounds a little silly on the surface. But, in a way, that’s sort of the point I’m making. If so much anger and judgment is raining down on dress slacks, then we clearly have some very big problems as a church. If something this small is giving people anxiety attacks, then maybe things are worse than I thought. Maybe we really do need to pour another foundation and start rebuilding at the most basic point imaginable. Because, guess what? People are actually feeling threatened — actually telling fellow members to “just leave the church” –over bifurcated skirts.
Clearly, it’s not really about pants. Clearly, it actually is about something as insignificant as pants.
And that’s why I’m wearing them this weekend.