A reader alerted me to this from The Telegraph.
Priests [not] stage fashion show
The latest fashions among the clergy were on display in Devon as local priests [not] swapped pulpits for the catwalk.[You wouldn’t be able to make this up fast enough, would you.] [curette?] Photo: SWNS
The ecclesiastical event was a showcase of the latest designs of religious gowns in various colours, patterns, shapes and textures.
Several priests [not] acted as ‘models’ to strut the cat walk in front of hundreds of clergy at the exhibition.
One model, The Rev James Hutchings, said: "I’ve done nothing like this before. [ugh] It has certainly caused lots of laughs in the parish.
"My children thought it was hilarious. They probably won’t ask me back. My pirouette was terrible."
Designers featured in the show including J Wippell Ltd, of Exeter, Juliet Hemingway and Shinglers of Sutton.
Ms Hemingway, who has designed vestments for George Carey, the former Archbishop of Canterbury, told the Express and Echo: "Women clergy have brought a fresh look to garments.
"They are not as willing to put up with dirty, worn-out robes. I think this has rubbed off on male clergy." [This is why we need The Sacristines, not female clergy.]
Reverend Hilary Dawson, Church of England curate in the Netherexe Mission Community, near Exeter, modelled various designs. She told the newspaper she had bought four stoles from Juliet Hemingway.
"My stoles say something about my faith, the place in which I am serving and, most of all, point to the gospel of Christ," she said. "My green stole, for example, reflects the water and hills [blech] of my new home and parishes."
Okay… I can understand how you might have a parish catechesis event where you show children and interested adults vestments and clerical garb so that they understand better what it is… but in a Catholic context this would strikes me as sacrilegious.
What’s next? Pole dancing and a return to ritual temple prostitution?
I am reminded of the phrase of the late Fr. Neuhaus, namely, that the C of E exists in order to make irony redundant. This sort of thing sure bolsters that sad observation.