I Wanna Sex You Up
Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t. And I wish everyone would chill out with trying to sex everyone else up too. So stop trying to hump someone’s leg and listen up.
There’s no doubt we’ve become a hyper-sexualised society. Oh sure, it all started innocently enough. Calvin Klein underwear billboards used to get the pulse racing and generated complaints. Fast forward to 2009 and the interweb has become a haven for every two bit perv to try and get his rocks off.
This was hammered home to me recently when some guy started following me on Twitter, exchanged a couple of pleasantries with me, then out of the blue sent me a message asking ‘do you have any ass shots for me?’ Um, excuse me? Twitter is flooded with whores. Literally. At least 17 times a day, I have to block people hawking Britney Spears porn videos (complete with a profile picture of Britney fellating a giant penis). My Twitter profile describes me as ‘Writer. Talker. Fabulous hair haver. Wearer of high heels. Fashion lover. Blogger. Laugh maker.’ Nowhere in there does it say ‘distributor of pictures of my ass.’
But, this guy probably thought that was an appropriate question to ask. He’s bombarded with porn all the time. And sadly, there are girls on Twitter, other social networking sites, the internet and life in general, who are all too happy to give you a detailed account of their sexual activity, complete with pictures, if you require. I however, am certainly not one of them. Those girls are sad, lonely, attention seeking whores who didn’t get enough hugs from their dads as children. And so they spend their days tweeting about how horny they are or how big their boobs are in the hope that some sad, horny boy (and when I say ‘boy’ I mean anyone of the male variety between the ages of 4 and oh, I don’t know, death) will pay them some mind.
The problem is, those girls let the side down. They don’t realise the effect that their own desperate need for attention has on the rest of us. Men then think that we are all that way, that we are all so desperate for attention that they can speak to us however they like. And we’ve come to accept it. Even if a guy doesn’t speak to us directly that way, we may see him speak to or about other women that way and we don’t speak up.
That leads to situations like the one recently involving Marlon King, a footballer here in the UK who, when a woman spurned his advances, groped her and punched her in the face, breaking her nose. It is yet to be determined whether the source of his frustration was him being rejected or the fact that he plays for Wigan (I don’t know much about football, but my understanding is that playing for Wigan is tantamount to having a casual kick about in the park with your mates on a Sunday). So as women, when we decide not to act like whores, we can expect to be knocked the hell out.
At times it feels like we women cannot win. Men drool over the whores, but when they decide they are ready for something more serious, can’t wait to slander the names of the very chicks they were happy to make whoopie with before. Or if we choose to not stand to be spoken to in certain ways and reject their cheap, tacky behaviour, then we are uptight, frigid bitches (I prefer the term ‘lady,’ but whatever).
In short, there is a way to speak to and about women. Men, you need to master it and women, we need to expect it and not settle for less.
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Tags: douchebags, dumb bitches, having some sort of moral compass, whores
