Every now and then, I will come across somebody in a comment box making offhand reference to the fact that we Christian woman need to be dressed up (wear makeup, be fashionable, etc) in order to evangelize the world.
I don't like these comments for a lot of reasons (and I'm not meaning to single out any one commenter here; I can't remember any one commenter).
1. The Apostles were hardly the type to make the cover of GQ, and look what they did.
God is God. He can use ugly, stupid people to spread the Gospel in extraordinary ways. He can also use pretty, intelligent people, of course, being omnipotent and all, but he's not limited to them.
2. It's yet another one of those tiny little not-thought-out remarks that gives the impression there is no place for unhappy people in the Church, no place for people who can't be filled with the joy of Jesus and look it every second of their lives. That's just not true. Or if it is true I have to leave the Catholic Church. Which leads me to my third point.
3. Attempting to wear fashionable clothes (assuming I could even figure out how to do so) would be putting on a false front for me. I really DO. NOT. CARE. For somebody like Hallie Lord, wearing 50s dresses and pearls and heels apparently makes her happy. I'm happy she's happy; it's nice to have something like that making you happy. That particular hobby just doesn't do it for me.
Also, eventually you're going to have to, you know, talk to me, and then you're going to get disillusioned real quick as far as my put-togetherness.
[end of Point 3]
Speaking of Hallie Lord, I actually brought her up to say something nice about her, which is that I think she gets it right in this post. Catholic women who are "into" fashion can have a powerful evangelization effect on those in the secular world who are likewise into fashion.
Is everybody in the secular world into fashion, though? Is that the only possible common ground we could have with somebody who doesn't believe what we believe?
Maybe somewhere out there is a non-Catholic girl who is just as intimidated as I am by all these ladies who somehow instinctively know what's fashionable and what isn't. Maybe someday this person will see me (or more likely read my blog; I don't leave the house that often) and think, "Hey, there's a place in the Church for chronically depressed recovering cynics whose idea of dressing up is putting on faux-leather flats instead of ratty sandals." Maybe.
Or maybe I'm just too cheap to buy makeup. You decide.