“Sex sells” is nothing new to sports, even to racing. But it had been formerly confined to “grid girls” and various models posted in victory lane after the race. “Grid girls” are primarily a European deal and the most NASCAR ever had in the old days was the ever-present “Miss Winston,” who would show up to victory lane in a driver suit emblazoned with Winston cigarette advertising. Things have changed.

Whether you've thought about it or not, as women, we have a unique, God-given beauty. But we don’t need to advertise it. Dressing modestly makes us like Cadillac’s in a pickup truck world, and guys want a Cadillac. Some drive a pickup truck in high school, but the classy guys hold out for something of value. They save themselves for the day they can marry a “Cadillac,” the purchase of a lifetime.

Have you ever noticed that in Christian culture, people seem to get married young? And that it's often assumed that you must be doing something wrong and aren't living in your calling if you’ve gotten past the age of 18, early 20s, or even 30s and still aren't married?

Once upon a time I ran across a post where someone said that Victoria's Secret "just sells cute underwear." Having a background in marketing and advertising, I felt prudish for even thinking that companies should consider the impact their advertising has on consumers. Was I wrong?

I have often heard people say things along the lines of “Christian rap just doesn’t have the same feel as secular hip hop,” or “I’m just not down with Christian rap.” Lyrycyst just may change what some of you nay-sayers think with his debut album “Masquerade.”

It was my wedding day. All of my friends and family were there in support; the room was bright and full of flowers. The vows had been said and as we walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, I looked up at the man I’d married and whispered in his ear, “I really do love you!” His face was like stone: cold and unresponsive.