This little bit on Hulabaloo is one of the most disturbing things I’ve seen in a while: daughters dressed in prom-type dresses go to a Purity Ball with their dads, and they learn to fox-trot together. All good. But then at some point during the ball, the girl looks up at her father and says:
“I pledge to remain sexually pure…until the day I give myself as a wedding gift to my husband. … I know that God requires this of me.. that he loves me. and that he will reward me for my faithfulness.”
Patriarchy, anyone?