Maxwell Mania: The CURSE of Summer!

I love swimming and have as long as I remember.   Being immersed in water frees me from some of the restraints that mild CP puts on my legs.  The pressure on my body calms my anxiety.  The combination of repetitive sounds from breathing and the repeating but changing views as I swim laps tamps down my ADD.   I rejoiced when my son started showing signs of liking being in water; he's always gloried in baths.  My son and I have enjoyed "Mommy and Me" swim classes which have been a great break from our endless round of rehabilitation appointments.

Steven Maxwell, on the other hand, sees women swimming outdoors as a modern menace:

A family I know has backyard neighbors who have a swimming pool. The view is close and unrestricted when washing dishes or in the backyard. The problem is that neighbor chooses to wear swimming attire that is hardly noticeable.

No, no.  The problem is that the neighbors refuse to mind their own business.  CP/QF types are all about their own personal freedom - freedom to homeschool, freedom to preach to strangers, freedom to discriminate against LGBT+ folks - but don't give other people the same freedoms. 

This woman is enjoying herself on her own property in a swimming suit that is likely considered acceptable within the larger society.   If Maxwell's friends are genuinely disturbed at the sight, they have a wide variety of options.  For the offending kitchen window, there are a wide variety of window covering available.  Some of them include curtains, blinds, or translucent films that would set the family back less than $20.00 total.   Of course, I'm a tad skeptical that the dishes are being done by the men of the family on a regular basis, but I digress.

 For "in the backyard", the obvious solution is installing privacy fencing.   Yeah, that's a more expensive proposition - but the Maxwells had their unmarried daughters purchase a very large playground set from a church to keep their grandkids away from public parks so why not use a few hundred dollars to put in privacy fencing?  Or a hundred dollars for cheaper woven reed privacy fencing?  In the few years that the fencing lasts, a decent gardener could get enough yews going to screen out the view.

The downside of these solutions is obvious: the friends of the Maxwells would lose the chance to gossip endlessly about their neighbor.

Even if the dad is able to avoid looking and lusting, will his wife be concerned for her husband’s heart? What about sons in their home? It takes great maturity and self-control to avoid such visual temptation for men, but adolescent sons probably don’t have that.

Oh, Lord.

Remind me when the husband is going to be staring out the kitchen windows while doing the dishes?  Presumably only in the evening, right?  He's working after breakfast and lunch because he's got a bajillion kids to support, yeah?     I'm pretty sure the entire problem could be avoided if he puts off doing dishes until 10 pm at night.  Or if he closes the damned window blinds.  Or buys a dishwasher. 

OMG - he's MORALLY OBLIGATED to buy a dishwasher for his wife! It could SAVE their marriage! 

Meanwhile, we have a rhetorical question about if the swimming woman has thought about the effect that her existence might have on the wife of her neighbor - even if he's an adult male who can handle seeing the woman swim in a swimsuit.   After all, she might be causing her neighbor's wife anxiety because the neighbor's wife doesn't trust her trustworthy husband to keep his penis in his pants!  Clearly, the problem is with the swimming woman - not the horndog husband or his creepily possessive wife....

 And what about the children?!  Wait, I mean, teenage boys who could theoretically be the spiritual heads of their own household within a few years?!   

It's too bad that Steven Maxwell isn't old enough to have heard the song  "Stacy's Mom" before he was saved (although he might have seen The Graduate).  "Stacy's Mom" revolves around the irony that a teenage boy has fallen hard for the hot mom (who literally doesn't know he exists) of a teenage girl.   The reason the song is so damn funny is that teenage boys greatly prefer teenage girls over middle-aged women.  If the adolescent sons of the home are getting boners from watching the neighbor woman swim, the boys need to get out around young women more.

Clearly there is no deference shown by that woman. Likely, she considers what she is wearing to be appropriate and appears to have little concern for defrauding her male neighbors and perhaps welcomes the attention.

No, she's simply unaware that her neighbors are oversexed busybodies.  Well, unaware so far.  I'm sure she'll figure out their general creepiness soon enough.

Random topic change: Teri Maxwell borrows someone's pool each summer to give her grandkids swimming lessons.   Who wants to bet that the woman the Maxwells are cattily gossiping about is the same one who lets them use their pool? 

Sadly, today, many professing Christian women also show little, to no, deference for men and boys by what they wear to church or with family and friends, possibly seeking such attention. Most sin is private, but immodesty is “in-your-face” to those near. Sad times indeed. Summer is here dads.

Dude. 

You've declared that men are spiritually superior to women.  Men are the spiritual heads of their home, the only gender allowed to preach and the only gender allowed to start courtships. 

 IOW, men are supposed to be able to keep their shit together. 

Instead, God's handed the reins of spirituality to a bunch of moral weaklings unable to spend 30 seconds problem-solving!   Seriously, Steven Maxwell has spent several hundred words haranguing a woman for wearing a swimming suit in the privacy of her own backyard, but has NO words of censure for the gossipy friends who are maligning this woman or for their inability to close the blinds, turn away from the window or go inside if the view is that titillating.