I just asked a simple loaded question to my mom. I don't blame her at all, but this shook me. Ever since I can remember, I had certain standards in my faith. To 99.9% of people who know I'm Pentecostal they cringe, or feel sorry for me. I don't care so much anymore. I asked my mom why we don't wear colored nail polish. She basically dodged the question, and said what I already knew. We wear only clear nail polish and that's it. One thing that really struck me hard was she said bright or bold colors aren't permitted. No boldness. To me, that says to women to be plain. To fade into the background. By the way, the nail polish thing is not supported by the Bible. If it was, I wouldn't even consider getting into that. But I asked why. Why do Pentecostal women have to lay down and go with the waves of man-made rules? I think this is ludicrous. It's like a washing of a part of your personality or a way to smooth your grooves out. :( Sad-ness. Anyways, she couldn't answer me and it left me baffled. I didn't have any more questions, but to think that my Sunday School teacher taught me that along with no make-up, and no jewelry. No reason; when I was young I didn't need a reason, but now I want to know how these rules came to be. Some crappy old person made these rules up. Maybe to please God, but to me this isn't pleasing Him. If you do wear red nail polish I know that my church wold scorn you! It's like flippin' Hestor Prinn! I've seen it with my own eyes. In no way am I renouncing my faith. Or Jesus. I just don't want to blindly believe something that has no reason. If the stuff I believe in has no reason or purpose behind it how am I going to tell someone else about my faith? Or be a witness if I don't even know what I believe in?! I can't. The last thing my mom did was point fingers. She accused our church members of wearing different types of clear to tinted polish. Shocked me to my core. What am I believing in? I hurt...deep inside.
PS: I want to start a feminist zine.