I might just be depressed, or maybe I’m a dark-minded and morbid Catholic, but I can’t help but agree, and agree violently, with Robert Browning’s quip that “there may be a heaven; there must be a hell”. I’d take it a step further: I can enter into some solidarity with today’s atheist, that it is difficult to know if there’s some absolute good in the universe, but we part ways totally, and he becomes an alien to me, when he claims that there is no absolute evil. We may or may not be destined for great heights, but this I know; we are fallen.
Why this confidence? It arises primarily from the fact that I am currently covered in various mixtures of cotton, polyester, and wool, belts and buckles and socks; and have absolutely no secular excuse for it. This ‘being clothed’ business is largely ignored as being an inexplicable phenomenon, which it is, and is instead accepted with a blissful and blind faith; that there’s some good reason for wearing clothes, we just can’t think of it at the moment. There isn’t. If I were to approach a lady on the street and ask her, as sternly as I could manage, “Ma’am, why are you wearing clothes?” there are only a few answers that she could give. One is that the weather is cold. This, really, is the best answer to avoid the tricky business of being a fallen race; clothes are merely a physical answer to a physical need. But all the many civilizations that live near the equator, in temperatures either too hot or just right, have their own garb that they sweat in. In fact, the natives of San Diego seem to spend more on clothes than anyone else. And the fact remains that, even if the weather were just perfect, the lady on the street – bless her heart – would probably not revert to nudism. So why the clothes?
One could then turn to culture, to society, and say it is inappropriate to go around naked. But all an appeal to culture achieves is to make the appealer (the apellate?) a representative for her culture. The phrase “but humanity has always done it” simply puts the personal question – why are you wearing clothes? – on a larger scale – why is everyone wearing clothes? Culture and society are not answers to questions; they are an assumption of the voices of everyone who does what you do. So the sensible would drop that argument, shake me warmly by the hand, convert to Catholicism and live happily ever after, while the particularly tenacious might take an entirely new route; to deny that everyone wears clothes.
They might pull out their National Geographic magazines, point at a few bare-breasted women and turn on me, triumphant. Now while I sympathize with the fact that bare-breasted women often lead men to feelings of triumph, I must point out that the nakedness shown there is one of degree, and not of rule. One culture might bare their breasts, another may not, but both gird their loins. One culture might say it is fine to be naked during certain dances, another when you are a small child, another when bathing, another when swimming, another when ill, but all agree that these are exceptions, not rules. There is no culture that takes the opposite tack, as far as I am aware, that we should always be naked, but it is fine to wear clothes when going to the shop.
Eventually it would come up; it has to, that the lack of clothes would be embarrassing in public. If anyone denies this, invite them earnestly to take their clothes off and go about their day. They will not. So we are ashamed of our bodies, or rather, we are fearful of another’s glance at our bodies. We are ashamed, and this shame is evident across every culture; it is a common human condition. What stupidity is this? What animal is sheepish about his genitals? Darwin is useless here, because – and as an attendant of a public school dance, I can say it with scientific confidence – clothes inhibit sex. And lest we forget our fearful dreams of going to school naked, this shame isn’t exactly sexually charged. It wouldn’t explain the situation away, to say that we wear clothes because we fear rape and lust and objectification. Indeed, it would be grasping at straws, because our previous lady’s fear of being naked on the street is not that others will find her attractive, it is that others will find her ridiculous. And this shame is illogical, in sharp incongruity with the natural world, for what animal fears his own self?
The only answer, though there are many more objections that might be brought up and equally refuted, is that human beings are inherently aware of being imperfect. There is a perfection, nakedness without shame, and we do not live it. We are fallen. But in the end, this is can only be so depressing, because if we are fallen, it only means there was something to fall from. And it is my belief that Jesus Christ, who is the Son of God, became man so that we might be lifted back up to, and even higher than our long lost state of glory. The real question goes out to the atheist, the secularist, the materialist (are there any left?), and the agnostic: Why are you wearing pants? If you have no adequate answer, is it possible that there is more to human beings than animal tendencies and darwinian drives?
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