Name: Oneil McQuick
Date: June 4, 2005, ask to
be redone July 2005
Subject Asked: Do an out of norm,
non-verbal, to someone and document it.
How Done:
Reaction Paper.
School: BCC (Public Speaking)
Recalling this task asked, I wondered for days what to do, most
things thought of could result in a lawsuit or calling of the
police. But today was the day, July 13, 2005. I was frantic
whether to do it or not, how would people react or even if I would
be in a fight and end up in the hospital or scare my face, oh my
face! Just kidding.
She sat right in front of me, I saw her a few times while
commuting and her disposition looks cantankerous, with a ghetto
chick look of tight pants with pink panties showing and tight top
with huge enough breasts. But I did it anyway. No, Mr. Burkhols, I
didn't grab her breast or attractive round buttocks. I pulled her
hair. What made it even more dangerous was that it was artificial
hair weaved in and I could have pulled it out.
She turned around; I was shaking in my hands, all tuff me. As
soon as her eyes were almost turn around I grabbed the seat handle
to try and pretend it was an accident in case she "flairs up" on
me. I was about to get, I could see the halo stars beginning to
come out and the tweety birds. Braced for anything and heart
beating faster, she turn around with what we call a "cut-eye" type
look and said something, seeing my hands on the seat handle she
turned back. I was so braced for the worse that I didn't even hear
what she said. I survived!
A moment later, she got up and again I thought I was going to
get it, but it was her stop and she got off; walked passed in her
ungodly sexy suit of tight cleavage pants and top with here pink
panties showing.
These ruff necks I don't even think to date (even after
immediate Christian conversion) or become bosom buddies with. But
later it sparked a challenge of whether I can deflower such a
"ghetto rose," breaking the pricks and leaving just the sweet
smelling rose and stem to hold. Reason being, though this was a
one time short encounter for class, it seems flirtatious, though
not thinking on that line. If so, the first prick I would pluck is
that they don't need the hair extensions and other false additions
to be beautiful. They are beautiful as they are and can only
become beautiful to others if this realization is achieved. Beauty
is relative and I find that someone who has affirmed inner beauty
and confidence is more attractive. More often than anything else,
beauty was indirectly dictated to us by the media or other
influences.
For instance, at one time long hair girls were the fling, then
short hair girls was the hot thing, and then back to mid-shoulder.
From Crystal Gayle to Toni Braxton and Halley Berry then now back
to hair to the back, hence the boom in hair extension business.
When Toni Braxton and other beauties just came to the forefront,
hair extension was not that big and short hair women found
confidence and men were attracted to them too; yet today that is
not really the case. Isn't it obvious that something is dictating
to us what is beautiful and we need to break free from it? At one
time in history, men with locks were the most beautiful men, as
noted in David's son Absalom here, "But in all Israel there was
none to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty...when he
polled his head, (...because the hair was heavy on him, therefore
he polled it:) he weighed the hair of his head at two hundred
shekels after the king's weight" (2 Sa 14:25-26). But since
the centuries after Christ, locks were a mark of poverty and
ugliness, and in actuality men were beaten by local forces for not
cutting their hair. Yet now locks are becoming an influential sign
of beauty in men. Can't we see that something is wrong?
How did we get this way, how comes it's beautiful today and not
tomorrow? Who is taking us on this roller coaster? More often,
sorry to say, "fat cats" who profit off fads and trends. One time
beauty was a big buttocks with some meat, now you have to be
thread and needles to be said to be attractive. What then is
beauty? It's nothing we can measure by the means today, it's in
the eyes of the beholder yes, but that doesn't make sense when you
consider me beautiful in 1988 because of my weight in the right
places, but not today because "thin is in." That's not beholding
beauty, it's not in your eyes, it resides in your soul. That
person you deem beautiful regardless of fad and changing times is
beautiful to you, you have behold your beauty. Sad to say, our
youngsters are growing up with media and social influences badly
shaping their minds to what is beauty and adversely altering their
values. Sometime when I think of the power such media mogul have I
wonder WOW: With the media I can make you like and crave to have
sex with obese people of 800 pounds. I can make that the symbol of
beauty and years later you wonder when did unhealthy obese people
become the sex symbol? That is what we are fed - control thought
pattern on what is acceptable or what to think or perceive. Too
much is spent on the outward, what we need is a beautiful soul, a
soul that is saved (Acts 2:38) and with that comes confidence,
knowing and affirming regardless of societal standards that you
are beautiful; even sprouting this narration 'humbly', "I'm
beautiful, I'm the most beautiful thing on God's earth!"
AFTER THOUGHT
I didn’t write this in the class reaction paper or the last
part of the last sentence, but the narration and stands I want you
and especially all Christians to have is quoted below:
"I always blamed my youthful immodesty on being a tennis player
as I was growing up...It truly wasn't until a few summers ago that
I realized the importance of modest dress. Although the world
teaches us to draw attention to ourselves through the way we
dress, God wants us to attract others through His love overflowing
from our heart. We never want to send mixed messages between what
we say and what we wear. Where is the happy medium between not
obsessing about what we wear while still wanting to present
ourselves as attractive, beautiful women of God? I contemplated
this as I prepared to attend my 10-year high school reunion.
Although I didn't spend a lot of time contemplating the actual
trip, I was constantly plagued by the same question during the
days leading up to the event – ‘What am I going to wear?’ .... In
the darkness of my room that night, I finally realized what I
adorned myself with on the outside was truly unimportant. The
woman described in Proverbs 31 is clothed in fine linen and
purple, but her clothing alone isn't what makes her righteous.
Proverb 31:30 tells us, 'Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain:
but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.' Instead
of depending on a head-turning dress...I prayed people would not
see me, but rather Jesus in me. I realized that my garments meant
nothing if I did not first robe myself in the righteousness of the
Lord. We must be satisfied and thankful for what God has given
us...the bottom line is that we are beautiful in His sight. Our
external beauty simply reflects our inner joy, integrity and
values gained from knowing we are daughters of the Most High
King...Before going to your closet, make sure you have already
gone before the Lord and put on the heavenly garments...May we all
spend more time in front of the spiritual looking glass the Bible
provides rather than the social mirror we often measure ourselves
against...This message is not meant to be legalistic or tell you
what to wear. To the contrary - it is about love. It comes down to
showing sensitivity to others through our attire so we don't
become a distraction. God robes himself in majesty and splendor.
Shouldn't we strive to do the same? Not only do we want to protect
others from stumbling, but we also want to preserve our hearts and
minds. Instead of damaging our testimony with inappropriate
mini-skirts and tube tops, let us strive to portray a modest
beauty that is consistent with the message of faith in our hearts"
(S. Cone, GNSFL, July 2005).
And to add to that, what you wear is what you attract. For
instance, dodo attracts files and maggots. Dressing immodestly
attracts low-life’s that are neatly wrapped in a ruse package.
Then you wonder how comes you are married to this man who beats
you, abuse you and only wants you for sex. Your attire attracted
him and only in wishful thinking you might land someone like me
who wants to pluck the pricks from the roses. And more often, who
you are on the inside is what you wear on the outside, and why
many fit the title given to them as “whores.” Dressing sexy in our
society is being nude, though not known, dressing sexy is being
prepped for sex. Being nude is really crude – Get some clothes on!
I’m Oneil McQuick and that’s an after thought.
