Wait until you see me.  My ugly mug will send you running for the nearest monastery!💩

N.52 Somebody recounted: “A brother staying in a coenobion was being sent on coenobion business. There was a devout worldling in a village who used to entertain him as an act of faith whenever he came to the village. The worldling had one daughter recently widowed after living with her husband for two years. As the brother came and went, he was embattled [by temptation] towards her but she, being astute, realised this and took care not to come into his presence. One day, however, her father went into the neighbouring city for some necessity, leaving her alone in the house.  Coming as usual, the brother found her alone and said to her: ‘Where is your father?’ ‘He has gone into the city’, she said to him and the brother began to be troubled by the battle, wanting to assault her. She astutely said to him: ‘Do not be troubled, my father will not return for some time; we are [the only] two here. But I know that you monks do not perform anything without prayer, so get up and pray to God and, whatever he puts into your heart, that we shall do.’ He did not want to [pray] for he was being troubled by the battle. She said to him: ‘Have you ever really known a woman?’ ‘No,’ he said to her, ‘but that is why I want to learn what [a woman] is.’ ‘That is the reason you are being troubled,’ she said to him; ‘you are unaware of the stench of wretched women.’ Wishing to cool his passion, she said: ‘I am having my menses; nobody can approach me or even bear to smell me because of the stench.’ Coming to his senses and disgusted on hearing this and other such things from her, he wept. When she saw that he had come to his senses, she said to him: ‘Look, if I had been persuaded by you, we would already have committed the sin. Then, what kind of face would you have put on to confront my father, or to return to your monastery and hear the choir of those holy ones singing? So, I beg you, be wary in future and do not be willing to lose such hard labour as you have accomplished for a little shameful pleasure and be deprived of eternal benefits.’ Having heard these words from her, the suffering brother reported them to me who am recounting [them], giving thanks to God who, through her astuteness and discretion, had not allowed him to fall definitively.”

Seeing an immodestly dressed woman certainly, but a modestly dressed woman? If you mind immediately jumps to sex whenever you see a pretty face, then that sounds like you have your own issues with temptation you need to deal with. I can only imagine what you're like walking around the street in such a case.

Sean, this is a discussion for another era -- like after the Triumph of the I.H.M. perhaps.

Are you going to segregate by sex in your own basement Resistance chapel? Is that even possible in small Resistance chapels?
At our Resistance chapel (capacity around 70-80) there are full sized pews -- but a single pew takes up almost the whole width of the 20 foot wide chapel (except for some aisle space on each side). How would you divide men/women in such a situation?

See my point?

We're in the catacombs, and here we are talking about a complete non-issue.  The barbarians are trying to bash in the main gate and sack our town, and here we are discussing what color we should paint our chapel walls.

I'm sure separate bathrooms are ideal as well -- but so many chapels are tiny, and so you have just a single-capacity "family bathroom" (the kind with a lock on the main door) that both men and women must use.

Normal is for normal times. We are not in normal times.

I look forward to the day when all we have to worry about is, "Should men and women sit on different sides of the chapel once again?" I just hope I live through the Chastisement and WW3 so I'll be able to see that day

Seeing an immodestly dressed woman certainly, but a modestly dressed woman? If you mind immediately jumps to sex whenever you see a pretty face, then that sounds like you have your own issues with temptation you need to deal with. I can only imagine what you're like walking around the street in such a case.

Three full pages of seasoned Cathinfo posters nipping at the low quality bait of a (((Brand New Forum Member))).

Oy vey, goyim. We're supposed to be as innocent as doves, not as wise as them.