Feminity. What is it? A quick internet search will directly feed you those holding up antiquated ideology and how woman of necesity moved on from virginal ignorance, both historically and personally, and into a more hearty and supposedly laudable state of self-actuated take-charge aggression. Others hold up the idea that feminity is defined as "hero-worship," of a man. Not just any man, mind you, but those deserving of her respect...and she never views herself as his pal, his sister, or (God forbid) his leader. hmmm... This hogwash goes on and on and literally makes me sick to my stomach. There are those who are all for throwing it out in this modern era as unnecessary and demeaning, and then the opposite end of the spectrum which makes femininity a thing of masculine support only. My femininity is, apparently, either saturated with sexual undertones and I exist for the gratification of the male, or it is completely devoid of sexuality and assumes the role of a business arrangement for the glory of God. I find it complete flummery to attempt to convice anyone that God would be glorified by any of this. I'm a woman. I am a feminine gal who washes her hair and puts it up, who painstakingly does her makeup, who shaves her legs and pits, who smiles and greats those she meets even though most of them don't look up from their electronic devices, who bakes cookies and blueberry cobbler to make others happy, who serves beer and water to her guests personally, who works out every day, who wears attractive skirts, who conceals her cleavage, and who calls her mother even though it is a chore. Feminity is realizing and embracing all of those attributes that make one truly woman. Have I lost you? Let me explain for a moment here. Feminity is beautiful. I recognize my attributes and I care for them appropriately. My body is sacred, concealed from prying eyes, but clothed attractively. Frumpiness is not modesty...frumpiness is an effort to turn away the wandering eye by sending it away shuddering in horror. Modesty turns the wandering eye to heaven. Feminity automatically excludes promiscuity (my body is awesome, and it is only going to someone who is worthy of it...and only one someone) Feminity is meek. NOT WEAK!!! A feminine lass is strong in body and mind, does not bend with the times. However, she is not hard, she is gentle with those around her, speaks kindly to others. If she points out your weakness she does it with kindness...or she gets you to laugh. Feminity is generous, not jealous, and she gives way in order to bring about peace or joy for all. Sure, feminity does become hero worship...but only for one man: Jesus Christ. He raised woman from her social status as a slave to a pedastal where she deserves reverence, protection, and defference. This is a crummy little reflection here...but I will be expounding on it shortly.