a blurry picture for a blurry sort of day.
Work as normal was the priority of the day. I was stripping wallpaper once again first thing and then being sent on errands until 11 oclock. At 12 oclock I started my other job and it flew by so quickly.
Now I am revising for my film exam. I know what I'm going to write about in section A but no idea for B. In section A I am going to write about the purity movement in America as one of the films/documentaries we watched was called "The Virgin Daughters".
Jane Treays’s sensitive, sometimes
eye-popping, documentary about the Purity Movement in the United States
provides a compelling, creepy glimpse into how fatherly protectiveness
towards daughters can be taken to disconcerting extremes.
Treays follows a group of young girls as they prepare for the annual Purity Ball in Colorado Springs.
All the girls have pledged not to have sex until they are married.
The daughter of the ball’s organiser, named Randy, didn’t
even hold hands with her husband until their wedding day, believing it
would have proved “distracting in getting to know the heart of the other
person”.
The ball itself is a mixture of Hollywood fairytale, My Little Pony, and home-brewed Christianity.
At the black tie ceremony, the girls dance with their
fathers before performing a ballet routine around a homemade crucifix.
Which, oddly, is more moving and much less horror-movie than it sounds.
The girls’ fathers also take a pledge to lead lives of
strict integrity by which their daughters can judge future men. Men who,
you know without asking, will all be taken home for Daddy to approve
before they ever take their prospective partners out on a date.
Cleverly, Treays manages to capture the suffocating,
patriarchal hothouse in which these daughters are being raised without
ever sneering at the honourable values they aspire to.
