I remember my younger sister was wearing a t-shirt and she was delivering a box of baby clothes to the elder's wife. She rang the doorbell and Mr. Elder answers the door and says, 'leave the package on the stoop.' As she bends down he looks down her shirt. The next day he pulls her in the back room and counsels her about her cleavage when she bent over and how she needed to be more diligent on her dress and how greatly it ofended him.
What bothered me most about this incident was that we had a sister in the congregation who weighed in at about 400 pounds and a cleavage the size of my butt crack. But my sister who is young, thin, pretty and only a 32 B gets counseled.
I told her that I would have told Mr. Elder he shouldnt have been looking down her shirt in the first place. And why the double standard with fat ugly people vs. young pretty people?