What Beyonce Teaches Us About Lust, Sex, and Modesty

I don’t really watch football, until it comes to the Superbowl.  Then, I enjoy a good game, but for the past few years, I have made sure to avoid the halftime show.  It is my opinion that no Christian worth their salt should be entertained by such debauchery.

Sunday was no exception.  I tuned in to the game with the remote in my hand, ready to flip to our trusty ‘backup’ channel.  Experience had taught me that the commercials themselves were also danger zones.  Sex is used to sell everything during the Superbowl, from beer to websites and heaven knows what else (because I don’t watch them).

Of course, my brother happened to walk down and sit in the living room while I was on the trusty ‘back up’ channel.  Not knowing how long the half-time show was, I flipped back to check the status of the game, just in time to see Beyonce… in lingerie.

Don’t tell me it wasn’t lingerie.  It was lingerie.  No, she may not have bought it from Victoria Secret or the “intimates” section of Kohl’s, but it was lingerie.  I felt guilty for the split second we were even on the channel, exposing my brother to a woman dancing away her worth to a bunch of screaming drooling fans.  In the name of entertainment.

Sex for entertainment.  Why does that sound familiar?

I make it a practice to define pornography as, “Anything that takes you into a bedroom where you do not belong.”  Watching a woman in lingerie would classify as that, in my opinion.  Soft-core- most definitely, but still provocative enough to leave nothing to the imagination.

Let’s bring it down to a real life application, shall we?  A husband slips out to a seedy bar on the backside of town where women dance around half-naked.  He doesn’t see anything, just a body with all ‘pay per view’ areas covered with strategically placed leather straps.  Now, would his wife be OK with that?  Should his wife be OK with that?

Let’s personalize it.  We, as women, go online to a soft-core femme porn site.  We don’t see anything, just see women provocatively dressed, seducing men.  What does that teach us about us?

What does Beyonce’s little half time stint teach our girls about sexuality?  What does it teach our boys about women?  What does it teach people about sex?

* Your body is marketable

* Sex is marketable

* Being sexy will make you popular

* It’s OK to dress like a pole dancer in public

* Women should dress to please men

But, sex is not a half-time show.  It doesn’t belong in a half-time show.  It doesn’t belong in commercials or on runways (or on the internet).  Sex is something precious and sacred, meant to be cherished and respected.  A woman’s body is not a marketing tool; it is a treasure to be earned, not stolen.  Your worth as a woman is not dependent on how you look in skin-tight leather.  It is not defined by how much thigh or cleavage or hip or whatever else you are willing to show.

Ladies, please, don’t take a tip from Beyonce.  As women, we are worth so much more than this.  Our bodies are an intoxicating beauty worth protecting.  Our hearts are worth cherishing.  Sex is worth so much more than what the world is selling it for.

If you learn anything from the half-time show, let Proverbs 31:30 ring true in your head and heart:

“Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that fears the LORD, she shall be praised.”

One comment

  1. And it’s not just half-time at the Superbowl. It’s everywhere, and getting more invasive by the day. Just after Christmas, sitting in what _should be_ a safe place–an Applebee’s restaurant–with my family waiting for our food, an image of a nude man literally flaunting himself with only a minimum black square censoring him was flashed. Twice. 10 minutes apart. It made me both very angry and sick at the same time.

    I keep asking myself: does God have our attention yet?