What's Up with You Chicks?
(originally ranted in 2006)
I've been at this internet-thing for a lot of years. I began this journey in 1992-93. (Showing my age.) The internet was a whole different monster then than it is now. Since most of you on MySpace are 17 years old, let me educate you.
Back then, everything on the internet was fairly ugly. Sure there were a few designers and coders who were doing some interesting stuff, but it wouldn't pass today. Flash hadn't hit big yet- animated gifs were all the rage. Everyone used busy background images and neon text. Any sounds were relegated to goofy blips and wonks- music was not even a possibility. Our version of MySpace was either a chat room, which I would have no part of, or email lists. Email lists were about 98 printed pages of people ranting back and forth about whatever... everyday. They were so tedious. But they seemed fun at the time. People's home pages were pretty innocuous- family pictures, maybe some art "galleries," personal announcements and stuff similar to what is now called a "blog." Pretty simple.
There was porn on the internet then, too. Not like today. Porn then consisted of amateur Playboy kind of stuff. Yeah, there were some hardcore sites then, I'm sure, but you didn't stumble on them by accident or on a daily basis. You had to look for them. And since I don't care about porn, I never looked for it. It was easy to avoid.
So now it's more than a decade later. Still an internet girl, still trying to keep up with all the technological advances that happen faster than my son can consume all the food in my house. The internet has changed a lot. And the biggest way it has changed? Flash? Nope. Better sites? Nope. Streaming video? Nope. Full orchestra music on a page about puppies? Nope. Porn. Yes, porn. Now, let me explain.
I joined MySpace last week. I have been fighting against it for a year, but I finally relented. So after setting up my profile, I looked around at other people's profiles. And after doing a little local search, I was confronted with one close up of a vagina, two close ups of behinds, and one cartoon drawing of a man whose penis was out of his pants and coiled onto the floor. I saw countless headlines referring to various body parts, and encouragements for people to actively participate in enjoying said parts. I finally stopped looking and shut off my computer, disgusted, when I saw a 17 year-old girl with the headline "Let's do it! Let's bang!" She included a sultry photo of herself, mouth agape.
So I ask: What is UP with you chicks? What are you THINKING?
Do you realize that what you are doing today, right here on this site, is the equivalent of porn ten years ago? Do you realize that you are giving away for free what people used to pay for? Do you realize that you are reducing yourself to the same small part of your anatomy that dispenses waste? Do you realize that the reason why women are constantly objectified by the media and by men is because you are portraying yourself as an object? Do you realize that a lot of the problems you will reap tomorrow are because of what you sowed today? The mess you are in is your own damn fault.
There is no excuse for it, and even more importantly, there is no REASON for it. You are a Daughter of the Most High King! The King is enthralled by your beauty!
But you know what? It sure is hard to focus on your beauty when all you're showing is your twat.
Don't think that I'm passing judgment or that I don't understand. All women want to be found desirable. I've been known to show more cleavage and tummy than I should. We all want to be wanted. And since 75% of us either never had or currently don't have a father, that male attention seems awfully important. But that is not the way to get it. Why? Because in that way, you will never KEEP it. It's temporary, at best. And if you're REALLY available, you'll be lucky if that attention lasts fifteen minutes. It doesn't take them that long, honey, and they aren't focused on your conversation.
But that's okay. That's not what you showed them was important.
Porn is a major problem on the internet today. Just ask the guys at XXXChurch if you don't believe me. Marriages are falling apart because of porn addiction. Even some church leaders are falling. STOP THE CYCLE! STOP BEING PART OF THE PROBLEM! STOP TEACHING YOUR MEN THAT IT'S OKAY TO LOOK AT YOU IN THAT WAY! Because you know what, when you're married to him and you stop being quite so cute to look at, he'll hop right on the internet and find a new one to look at.
You can't get too mad about it. You told him it was okay.
Respect yourself. They will respect you for it. And trust me, respect not only lasts longer than an orgasm, but it feels better too. |