Posted by:
vasalissasdoll
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Date: November 18, 2011 11:13AM
We moved to a new ward while going inactive, and I tried an experiment: On and off for a couple of months I attended church with my kids in tow. I wore pants. Nice slacks, with white blouses, sweaters, etc. Did my hair and makeup very conservatively and nicely. Minimal jewelry.
No one would look at me, much less talk to me. No one would help if my kids were a handful (a sunbeam and a nursery-age child), and if I dropped things in the hall people would walk right around me, looking embarrassed. No one in the bishopric ever talked to me. I was never extended visiting teachers or a calling.
Then, one Sunday after I'd been absent a couple of weeks, I went again. This time, I wanted to see what would happen if I did my best 50's housewife impersonation. "Big" Mormon hair, much more eye makeup then I'd normally wear, pink lipstick. A standard issue blouse (very For The Strength of Youth), but a couple of buttons undone so you could see a lace camisole underneath, and a below the knee skirt in a very flirty cut. For crying out loud, I even wore pearls. Everything I could do to look feminine, naive, and above all, appropriately submissive.
Did all the same things...brought my kids who are hard to juggle alone, sat in the back of RS, dropped things in the hall on the way out. Totally different experience, and very creepy in it's own way.
I had conversations with members of the bishopric(Bishop said, "I don't remember seeing you here before...you must be new!!!"), and random men from the ward coming up to me and chatting with me, asking if I needed help, where my husband was, etc. People were tripping all over to help with my kids, pick things up if I dropped them, sit by me in sacrament. The middle aged ladies *still* didn't talk with me, but the younger ones suddenly did, and the RS Pres. came over, got all my information, etc.
Never went back to church again.
I'd wanted proof with my own eyes that everyone was as superficial as I hoped they weren't, and I got it in spades that day. It was all the proof I needed that I would only ever be accepted by being a total phoney.