I was at the hair salon yesterday and someone turned the TV on. The show playing was The Girls Next Door, at reality show about the three Playboy Playmates who are being paid to be Hugh Hefner' "girlfriends". It showed them romping around the house in various stages of nudity.
The owners of this salon are Catholic. Most of the customers are either Ethiopian Catholics, Orthodox, American Baptist/AME Zion or Muslim. Guess what? Had I demanded that the TV be turned off I would've been shouted down. Most of the ladies even the old ones couldn't take their eyes off the TV. They were fascinated, laughed and smiled the whole time. I listened to music and read St. Thomas Aquinas. I don't think I ever truly realized how pornified this country has become until then.
Later, Rocky and I went to St. Rita's for the Vigil Mass and I was comforted. It's Good Shephard Sunday and Fr. Theoden (a very saintly and one of the kindest priests I've ever met) preached about the love our Good Shephard has for us and how He will search to bring us back no matter how badly we've strayed if we just repent. He talked about Project Rachel and how many of the women he's counseled felt at first that they had done something too disgusting to be forgiven. Fr. reminded us that many of these poor women were pushed into abortion by the men in their lives or by their parents. Many got pregnant in the first place because they were trying to be what passes for "normal" in this horrifyingly porn drenched nation.
Dear Jesus have mercy on all the girls and women who watch The Girls Next Door and think this is something to aspire to. Merciful Lord, have mercy on all the girls and women who think that in order to be with the in crowd they have to debase their bodies and besmirch their souls.