A
recent blog post by my sister she mentions her natural modesty. It’s
made me think of my experience with this. Or rather my non-experience
since I don’t really have natural modesty. I’ve got pictures of my
wrapping paper clothing stage where I must have been about 6 or 7 and I
clearly haven't absorbed which are the critical areas that clothes are
supposed to cover. And while some modesty rules got drummed into my head
growing up, a few seem to have escaped my attention into adulthood. It
was my husband who introduced me to the idea of checking that the
neighbors don’t have an unobstructed view through an uncurtained window
before changing in front of it.
photo by Marc Falardeau |
This
is not to say I had a preference for displaying skin. In fact I
remember a time as a teenager when I was intrigued by the idea of full
face veils and chadors. (In those pre 9/11 days I saw any symbolism as
primarily complementarian rather than specifically Islamic.) When I
consider things with my reason I definitely don’t have a preference for
letting others see my skin and definitely a preference for not using
clothing to signal openness, approachableness, or flirtatiousness and the
like.
But you have to be aware of that on going conversation to experience
your clothing as communication with another at any particular moment.
For me communication is always staticy and intermittent. It’s not
something the I expect to happen every time I see someone at a distance
or pass someone on the street. Yes, intellectually I’m aware of the
possibility of information gathering, but I don’t have that sense of
minds in mutual awareness of each other. What other people think does
not generally overlap with what my own thoughts and don’t impinge on my
feelings outside of my conscious effort for them to do so.
This
mindblindness, as far as automatic perception goes, can be very
inconvenient at times when it takes me several extra second at the
beginning of conversations to sharpen my attention and sync up to
another person’s viewpoint. But it does have its advantages. It may take
me awhile to figure out what cloths communicate, but I don’t have
involuntary embarrassment about my clothing. If I realize the my shirt
has a stain on it or that I’m wearing white sox with an otherwise all
black outfit, I can decide to watch out for that the next time I dress
and then dismiss the matter from my mind. So for me modesty is not body
consciousness but a set of rules that I’ve managed to figure out.