Did everyone survive National Mormon Women Wear Pants to Church Day?
I sure hope so.
It’s been an interesting day for me to observe… because that’s
what I do as a writer: observe, then try to capture. After all, I have
characters in my brain who definitely would wear pants to church, and others who absolutely
would not, and it’s my job to describe both individuals (and everyone in
between) equitably.
What I don’t frequently like to do is describe what I think.
So I’m going to do that today on this hot-button subject.
Someone will be offended, no doubt. This is unavoidable, but oh well. This once
I will join the crowd of turning a molehill into a mountain—which is almost
always regrettable. But maybe it’s time I learn that lesson again, because here
I am…
First, let’s start off with the fact that I have never worn
pants to church, nor do I have plans to. This may shock those who know me and
have observed that I hate dresses and
only wear them in religious buildings. I don’t wear them to any other formal
events, dances, or anywhere else 99% of other women wear dresses.
Why not?
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3 year-old me in a dress. As you can see,
I was less than giddy about them from
an early age... |
Simple: Dresses do not make me feel pretty or feminine. They
make me feel confined. Additionally, I also don’t like wearing shoes that
damage my feet or disrupt my balance. Whether clothing or footwear, I like to
wear clothes that allow me to move, run, climb a fence, stand in the same spot
for ten minutes without feeling pain, or let me to kick without tearing or exposing something.
That’s what I like, but I know many other women prioritize being
beautiful over practicality. I totally get it. And as long as I don’t force
them to dress like me, and they don’t force me to dress like them, there can be
peace.
All that said, I’m fine wearing a skirt to church if it
makes everyone around me more comfortable. No biggie. It’s not asking a lot,
and if I really cared I would wear pants and let the blowback move past me without
giving it much thought.
What fascinates me about this day, however, is the
discussion around it—varying from everything from “there is no dress code at
church” to “these women obviously have no testimonies to show such open
rebellion and defy leaders.”
Hmmmm.
Both statements are obviously untrue. There are dress codes at an LDS church.
Members have been specifically instructed not to wear anything they would wear
to the beach, such as sandals or flip flops. On a similar note, clothes should
be modest and not show body parts like shoulders. All men know better than to
line up to pass the sacrament wearing anything other than a white shirt and a
tie. And women know they are to wear a dress, unless they do not own one. This is
most particularly true in Utah.
By and large, women are expected to wear the same clothing
to church that they would wear when visiting the temple. I think most of us can
agree on that.
On the claim of wearing pants being outright rebellion that
is indicative of a depleted testimony is also false. Many of the women I know wearing pants
today are very devout women. To claim that any woman wearing pants today has a weak
testimony is also a false conclusion.
Then there is everyone in the middle, and all the people who
could really care less. I would have put myself in the last category until I
saw all the posts and comments by my diverse friends. Then I started to care,
because the more comments I read, the more I realized why Wear Pants to Church
Day happened.
On the side of people who very purposefully upheld the
status quo and wore pants today, the attitude fit (generally) into one of two
categories:
- They wore a dress to show respect for the
unofficial dress code, or
- They wore a dress because that’s how they feel
prettiest.
Some were pleasant about it, some were preachy, and others a
bit confrontational—as if challenging a pants-wearer to a debate.
Such emotions on something so simple as a traditional
article of clothing? No wonder the event has been compared by some to Muslim women
who choose to stop wearing burkas. Comparing pants to burkas is a gross exaggeration, of course. The social pressure of wearing
dresses to church is no comparison to the social and societal pressure to uphold the tradition of the burka, but still, I understood
the motive behind the allusion as I read some of the hateful comments.
Tradition is powerful. Especially when it comes to the
behavior of women. A person would have to be pretty uneducated to deny that.
So back the pants thing.
All the posts took me from being ambivalent, to being frustrated
at all of the clearly false claims being thrown around.
“Women can wear anything they want to church. No one is
stopping them!”
Really?
Sure. A woman might not be kicked out for wearing pants
every week in Utah, but do you think she would receive the same callings as a
woman who wore dresses?
Be honest here.
In Europe and in many areas outside of Utah, I would say that the answer to that question is
yes, they would be
perceived and treated the same. In Utah, I would make the opposite reply based
on my personal experiences. Others may have different experiences that lead
them to disagree with me, I’m sure, but I would guess these people are in the
minority.
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My best shot from my mission days. Not bad!
...although the hat was contraband. Shhh. |
This debate, and the direction of it, goes somewhat
hand-in-hand with my experience as a missionary. When I went on my mission the
dress code required that sister missionaries wear muted colors, and skirts that
reached approximately four fingers above the ankles. All the way to the ankles
was too long and six inches below the knee was too short. Blazers and sweaters
were encouraged, no form-fitting clothing was allowed, and all shoes needed to
be closed-toe and suitable for walking—which in many cases turned out to be a
man-like dress shoe, which the sisters were instructed to wear with nylons, rather
than socks.
The visual result was frequently a sister missionary that looked something
like a hybrid between a nun and granola lesbian (and there are thousands of
pictures to prove it). In fact, many of the people in my mission thought we
were nuns based on our clothing, and they weren’t the only ones to notice our
lack of appeal.
Each time an Area Seventy or even one of the Twelve came for
a Zone Conference, they had the same comment, “The sisters look dismal. Their
clothes are drab and masculine. Tell them to spruce up a bit.”
Sometimes these instructions were given over the pulpit
before they were pulled to the side and told by the Mission President that the
sisters were all abiding by the required dress code, and the instructions the
Seventy had just offered as a helpful suggestion would put the sisters in
breach of the dress code.
This happened several times, and each time the Mission
President corrected the Seventy, the Seventy didn’t nod and go, “Oh, okay.
Sorry, I didn’t know.” In each case his response was, “Well, then, something
needs to change because we’re never going to get any men in the church with our
sister missionaries dressed like that.”
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| Sister missionary wardrobe before the wardrobe change (image used with permission) |
That’s pretty much a direct quote, so don’t think I’m
exaggerating there. Besides, the proof is in the history. A few years after my
mission was complete, the sister missionary dress code changed to this:
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| Sister missionary wardrobe after the change. |
Sister are now allowed to wear bright colors, form-fitting
silhouettes, knee-length skirts, and feminine shoes. They are now instructed to
look pretty, and decidedly not drab.
Based on my personal experience, I know that the words I
heard from multiple Area Seventies and the policy changes a few short years
later are not a coincidence.
About the same time that changes were made to the sister
missionaries’ dressing guidelines, I was a returned missionary at a young adult
fireside. The speaker was an apostle and his address was much more upbeat than
most in attendance had been expecting. It was all about us getting married and
how we twenty-somethings were sabotaging ourselves. He lectured the men for a
good long while about “hanging out” and not taking girls on traditional dates
before turning on to the women and saying (paraphrased): “And women, don’t
think you’re getting off free here. Put on some lipstick and give these guys an
excuse to ask you out! Some of you look like death warmed over.”
That night, in that sermon, the men were counseled by an
Apostle of the Lord to modify their behavior; the women were counseled to
modify their appearance.
It is a constant message women receive in social,
professional, media, and religious circles, and to deny the message is
persistently sent from all sources is a disservice to both men and women. And
let’s face it, the majority of people agree
with this Apostle’s counsel. It is a rare person who would argue that a girl shouldn’t pretty herself up if she wants
to be asked out. That is the cultural norm. And when a homely girl who doesn’t
even try with makeup comes crying to us on how no one is asking her out, the majority
of people think, Man, she just doesn’t
get it. If only she would try…
It’s how we’re trained.
And it is also why women wear dresses to church: because
that’s when men think they are at their most beautiful, and women who want to
please God should look their best and be proud to do it.
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| ^^^ Status quo |
This is the status quo.
Maybe other people might say it differently, and even I
might say it differently on a different day, but the fact remains that the status
quo of what women should and should not wear to show respect when they worship is
decided by men. And that, I think, is the point of Wear Your Pants to Church
Day. There are women who care that their respectability and acceptability
before God is based on standards of appearance decreed by male leadership,and not female leadership.
I know, I know, men have a dress code, too. I get that. And
it’s a moot point, really, because in that case it is male leaders telling men
how to dress while those male leaders dress is the exact same way, making things
equitable. It would be like if the women dictated what the men wore to church without
wearing a single article of the same clothing. From the feminist perspective, it’s
apples and oranges.
The overall question here is whether or not we believe women
are capable of choosing what is appropriate attire to worship their God, or if
that decision must continuously be made by men for them?
That is the question to ponder here, and it is my opinion
that everyone is entitled to their own answer and opinion. Whatever your
opinion, though, as devout lover of pants, it’s my opinion that the church’s
stance on the subject isn’t going anywhere, so whatever your opinion, simply
find the answer that works for you. Then go with it without throwing rocks at
anyone else.
As for me, skirts and dresses make me feel vulnerable and
immobile, but I will still wear them when I go to church simply because it’s
one of the few things I can do that I know will make my mom happy. Even if she’s
not there to see me, I know her feelings on the subject and since I don’t have
strong feelings, I defer to what she taught me.
That is my choice.
It is not an instruction to anyone else or a lecture on the Fifth Commandment.
It’s what I choose to live with.
What is your choice?
And whatever that choice is, do you have enough peace with
it to allow others to do differently without judging them for it?
