For all the breasts that UStian males are exposed to, from every marketing firm on the planet, you'd think they'd know how to behave themselves when confronted with a pair of tits encased in an airbrushed "costume" and not much else.
Well, if you would think that, you would be dead fuckin wrong.
Key West is at the end of its much-touted Fantasy Fest, a celebration wrapped around the island's motto of "One Human Family," a festival intended to allow people to be/act as they really are, without fear of prejudicial treatment or arrest. It's like a mini-Mardi Gras without the historical backbone to hold it up and lend it credence. I mean it's a nice party and everything, but...
Seriously, dude, what's with the obsession with women's tits?
Please don't misunderstand; I love breasts as much and as contradictorily as most UStians, having been tutored, from the day I was born a girl, both in breasts' amazing qualities of form and function and in their absolute profanity, according to the also-obsessed Holier Than Thou churchmen, politicians, and etc.
Tits aren't the issue.
The Issue, the thing that completely and totally creeps me the fuck out, is the way the vast majority of UStian males behave when confronted with boobies made of real, live flesh and blood.
You wanna talk about watching a rapist-mob mentality, barely held in check by some dim, far-off awareness of the realities of jail?
You wanna talk rabid voyeurs with a sense of entitlement?
Watch a buncha drunk, white, US-born-'n'-bred dudes with their shiny digital cameras, turned loose in a festival that is one of the only places in this sanctimonious, self-righteous country where a woman can go out of doors, as topless as a man, without legal recrimination.
This week, anyway.
Okay, look,
1) Why the fuck am I, a woman, not allowed to walk outside without covering my tits?
Seriously. What the hell is so goddamned profane about my lovely, freckly breasts, especially when opposed to Shirtless Businessmen on Holiday, those bloated and pasty examples of UStian excess? I'll tell you what's profane about my tits: not a goddamned thing. It's the guys' preternatural fetishism that's profane. I have to cover up my sweet-creamy boobies only because the Boys are afraid they won't be able to control their dicks. And you can get, like, jail time for that.
Sometimes.
It's the same old argument:
"I wouldn't have raped her if she hadn't been wearing that hot little dress.
"I wouldn't have been spying if she hadn't forgotten to close the blinds.
"I wouldn't have followed her down the street taking photographs of her if she hadn't been outside without a shirt on."
Which, of course, brings me to the second query:
2) Why the fuck are you guys following these women down the street taking photos?
No, really.
What the fucking Fuck?
Don't you see how parasitically predatory that shit is? What the hell makes it okay, in your puerile excuse for logic, to grab a woman, a near or total stranger, and whip her around to face you so you can film her tits undulating? Who the hell are you? How disrespectful, how unforgiveable would that be if someone did that to your mom? Your sister? Your wife, girlfriend, grandmother, daughter?
I mean, Mister Old White Dude? If you get a girl to both expose and let you photograph her beautiful ta-tas, and you know you're gonna be jacking off to those same photos later? Muthafucka, you owe that girl some cash.
I am not fuckin lyin, either.
See, without that monetary exchange, your behavior is something I call Stealing.
That's what I call Taking Advantage.
Regardless how much your ridiculous indoctrination has eroded women's sense of self-worth,
Regardless how willing we are to allow you, a total stranger, to photograph parts of our bodies, knowing full goddamned well what you will eventually do with those photos, because we have come to see our bodies as being worth so fuckin little,
Regardless how innocent you have led yourself to believe you are in this ancient power dynamic,
You're still taking something from someone and giving not-a-goddamned-thing in return.
Steeeealiiing.
Cheating.
Lying from your eyeballs down.
...But, whatever, you're like, just another white guy, right?
That's just the kinda stuff you ignorantly priveleged white guys do.
...Man, what the Fuck is Wrong with you people?
Well, if you would think that, you would be dead fuckin wrong.
Key West is at the end of its much-touted Fantasy Fest, a celebration wrapped around the island's motto of "One Human Family," a festival intended to allow people to be/act as they really are, without fear of prejudicial treatment or arrest. It's like a mini-Mardi Gras without the historical backbone to hold it up and lend it credence. I mean it's a nice party and everything, but...
Seriously, dude, what's with the obsession with women's tits?
Please don't misunderstand; I love breasts as much and as contradictorily as most UStians, having been tutored, from the day I was born a girl, both in breasts' amazing qualities of form and function and in their absolute profanity, according to the also-obsessed Holier Than Thou churchmen, politicians, and etc.
Tits aren't the issue.
The Issue, the thing that completely and totally creeps me the fuck out, is the way the vast majority of UStian males behave when confronted with boobies made of real, live flesh and blood.
You wanna talk about watching a rapist-mob mentality, barely held in check by some dim, far-off awareness of the realities of jail?
You wanna talk rabid voyeurs with a sense of entitlement?
Watch a buncha drunk, white, US-born-'n'-bred dudes with their shiny digital cameras, turned loose in a festival that is one of the only places in this sanctimonious, self-righteous country where a woman can go out of doors, as topless as a man, without legal recrimination.
This week, anyway.
Okay, look,
1) Why the fuck am I, a woman, not allowed to walk outside without covering my tits?
Seriously. What the hell is so goddamned profane about my lovely, freckly breasts, especially when opposed to Shirtless Businessmen on Holiday, those bloated and pasty examples of UStian excess? I'll tell you what's profane about my tits: not a goddamned thing. It's the guys' preternatural fetishism that's profane. I have to cover up my sweet-creamy boobies only because the Boys are afraid they won't be able to control their dicks. And you can get, like, jail time for that.
Sometimes.
It's the same old argument:
"I wouldn't have raped her if she hadn't been wearing that hot little dress.
"I wouldn't have been spying if she hadn't forgotten to close the blinds.
"I wouldn't have followed her down the street taking photographs of her if she hadn't been outside without a shirt on."
Which, of course, brings me to the second query:
2) Why the fuck are you guys following these women down the street taking photos?
No, really.
What the fucking Fuck?
Don't you see how parasitically predatory that shit is? What the hell makes it okay, in your puerile excuse for logic, to grab a woman, a near or total stranger, and whip her around to face you so you can film her tits undulating? Who the hell are you? How disrespectful, how unforgiveable would that be if someone did that to your mom? Your sister? Your wife, girlfriend, grandmother, daughter?
I mean, Mister Old White Dude? If you get a girl to both expose and let you photograph her beautiful ta-tas, and you know you're gonna be jacking off to those same photos later? Muthafucka, you owe that girl some cash.
I am not fuckin lyin, either.
See, without that monetary exchange, your behavior is something I call Stealing.
That's what I call Taking Advantage.
Regardless how much your ridiculous indoctrination has eroded women's sense of self-worth,
Regardless how willing we are to allow you, a total stranger, to photograph parts of our bodies, knowing full goddamned well what you will eventually do with those photos, because we have come to see our bodies as being worth so fuckin little,
Regardless how innocent you have led yourself to believe you are in this ancient power dynamic,
You're still taking something from someone and giving not-a-goddamned-thing in return.
Steeeealiiing.
Cheating.
Lying from your eyeballs down.
...But, whatever, you're like, just another white guy, right?
That's just the kinda stuff you ignorantly priveleged white guys do.
...Man, what the Fuck is Wrong with you people?
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