My “Magic Mike” Flip-flop
I don’t want anyone to feel condemned by my words. This is simply my telling of my journey and my conclusions.
I am a fan of Matthew McConaughey. I loved seeing him in Sahara and A Time to Kill and The Wedding Planner. I love his southern drawl and his seeming authenticity. I have not always enjoyed seeing the media reports of his misbehaving and thumbing his nose at rules and laws.
When I first heard about the movie, Magic Mike, I thought that I would definitely go and see it, simply because Matthew McConaughey is in it. Then I watched the movie trailers a bit further. The suggestive moves and stripping left me feeling somewhat uncomfortable. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy seeing the six-packs of the actors. It was that “something” in me that said this was a wrong place to be — in my mind and in my heart.
Back when the movie trailers first came out, my daughters-in-love and some others had talked about having a girls’ night out and going to see it together. I was all in! I was ready to go and laugh and have fun with them while watching this risque little movie.
I’m a wife. To a man who loves me with all his heart. He respects me and challenges me to be all that I was created by God to be. I’m daughter to parents who brought me up to do the right thing. I’m also a mom to three men who have wonderful wives. I am mother-in-law to the wives of our sons. I’m also grandmother to three beautiful children. I’m to be an example to these — and to those who have looked to me as teacher and friend.
Have you seen the tag line for this movie? “A male stripper teaches a younger performer how to party, pick up women, and make easy money.”
Is this the message I want sent to my family? That I think that the lessons in this movie to be taught to my sons, daughters-in-love and grandchildren are good ones? Do I want to endorse the culture of partying, picking up women and making easy money?
Oh the things I could say about those things — but I will say this: I flip-flopped.
I changed my mind and when invited, I didn’t go to this movie.
There are many who have. There are many who loved it. That’s okay. I’m simply saying that it wasn’t for me. I’m hoping that others will slow down long enough to look past the pecs and delts to see the reality of the movie and decide to respect their husband enough to say no to the movie. I mean, if my dearly beloved wanted to go see a movie about a female stripper teaching a young performer how to party, pick up men and make easy money, I’d be a bit peeved.
No. I’d be pissed off. Royally.
I would feel betrayed.
I won’t do that to my husband.
In this period of history, culture is doing everything it can to tear up and destroy our families. My hope is that we will become more aware of that and when we see something that could become a wedge between us and our spouse we will turn away from it and toss it aside. Let’s fight for our marriages and the strength of our families, even if we must flip-flop now.