Paul, the apostle, wrote in the 1st century, "I also want women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety."
Can our culture even remember what propriety means? ("Conformity to the standards of politeness, respect, decency or morality conventionally accepted by a society.")
Today, the loud, the obnoxious and the obscene scream at us from every open window. Modesty, true to its nature, is a retiring wallflower.
In America's sexually charged, "Girls Gone Wild" atmosphere, modesty is perceived as a prudish, outmoded, antiquated old battle-ax. She's routinely derided as a "a stuffy Puritanical bluenose."
I come late to this argument. Composer Cole Porter wrote a clever lyric in 1934 that bemoans society's lost innocence: "In olden days a glimpse of stocking, was looked upon as something shocking. But now, God knows, anything goes."
So it seems.
Forty-odd years ago when I was a high school student, we boys were slightly embarrassed by the fact that we were still chaste, yet, 98.5% of us remained that way through graduation, and some even into military service.
But we survived the condition. High school girls of that era deliberately and purposefully guarded their virtue.
Because most of us had mothers who impressed upon us the meaning of being a gentleman, we boys did little to push the envelope.
Today, sex education is often taught early in the elementary grades. I learned that stuff from my parents, and also by deduction in my high school biology lab. I may have been less than adroit at figuring out many things of this life, but I wasn't so dense as to fail to recognize similar behaviors among the species.
My lack of formal sex education in school cost me nothing.