I'm angry today.

But sometimes it's okay to be angry.

Today I feel like giving a piece of my mind to the next guy I see wearing those horrible shirts from the mall with a naked woman on the front of it. You know, the shirts that this mom in Utah purchased all of so that they couldn't be displayed in the store anymore?

I want to scream at the high school boys my husband sat behind on the bus yesterday, who gossiped about "getting hot girls" and keeping certain people in their circle because he brings around hot girls.

I want to gather up all the dads that have abandoned their families and tell them about the ripple affect their actions have had and how their decisions have made the world a worse place.

I want to slap every pornography producer upside the head and tell them how they have single handedly destroyed marriages and families (including my own).

But I can't do any of those things, and that makes me angry.

But I do have a precious and innocent seven month old son napping in the other room. And everyday for the rest of his life I am going to make sure that he knows that women aren't objects, toys, or things. I know that I won't be able to shelter him from every objectifying ad or sexualizing commercial, but I can teach him what our culture fails to communicate: That those things are wrong. That using women's bodies is abuse and that supporting it or tolerating it is sin. I will teach him that it is a big deal, which is exactly what our culture doesn't want him to believe.