I recently did an essay over at Pyro on what many would call "modesty," and others "holy behavior" — but what I might call "dressing lovingly."
This sparked a number of reflections in others, maybe the most memorable being On Dressing Modestly. A (very!) young daughter asks her dad what he thinks of what she's wearing... and he tells her. Oh boy, does he.
Now, we can debate how heavily he comes across in talking to this very young girl.
But, first, I like that she asks her dad what he thinks, rather than just getting away with what she can, and who cares what he thinks? A girl who hardens her will against her father may feel that she is getting away with a lot; God—if Proverbs is to be taken seriously at all—thinks otherwise.
And second, I have to say, I think he got an important point across to her very memorably. What you wear says something. Is this what you're wanting to say?
And she responded wisely, rather than digging her heels in and proceeding with double-dose stubbornness to "show" her dad that he's not the boss of her.
His words may give second thoughts to some dads who have tried to make the same point gently, sensitively, respectfully — and seen it sail past like a bad pitch in the bottom of the ninth.
Maybe sometimes a bucket of icy water in the face, metaphorically speaking, is better fathering than a delicate little droplet in a dainty little glass, a droplet that may evaporate before it is consumed?