FavD and I are watching video of a real purity ball right now. We see the white roses and the white ballerinas and the giant cross. We’ve never seen The Tyra Banks Show, but today when we turned the technology on, to see last night’s Desperate Housewives (recorded because of the WORLD SERIES!) we found “Inside the Secret World of Purity Ball” and we are sitting here mouths hanging open.
The founder guy has four of his five daughters on. And his wife — the Wilsons. He is backpedaling imo: Oh, it’s about the dads being good, not the girls and it’s not mainly about chastity, just love and relationships.
They are homeschoolers of course, as is the black family guesting today. The Moores. Tyra keeps asking every girl and woman quite guilelessly, if they “remained pure” or not. She sounds so friendly about it that they don’t seem to realize how bizarre it is to be discussing this at all on tv, much less with children.
OOh, this is unexpected — now she’s talking with a grown woman named “Alice” who sang at purity events as a teen, but secretly she developed an eating disorder from the pressure of living a lie, not being perfect and seeing that men are not really princes. Not even her minister dad. Oh boy, now she’s describing her first naive, ignorant sex at the age of 24, with an alcoholic stranger, getting pregnant . . . gave the baby up for adoption. She says it gave her a taste for sex, and she became promiscuous. Now Randy Wilson asks if her father was godly and a good protector. She says yep, but it was too much, expecting perfection.
We want to know more about Alice . . .
Oh god. The black dad just said it’s really all about him, that it’s about “me dating my daughters.” Tyra says “maybe we ought to watch our terminology. ” The dad is arguing with her, that if she doesn’t like him “dating” them then it’s a sign of our sick culture.
Now the audience is talking back to the guests, about how their dads were great without this “purity” issue or making like they are strong princes. “My father was a REAL man” the lady is saying. Favorite Daughter leaps to her feet and exclaims, oh snap! (I guess that’s another cultural thing, right?)