We're Screwed Up
Have you realized how screwed up we are? The other night I was watching a documentary about the first people in to Australia. In maintaining a touch of reality, they used real live Aborigines to play the part of, well, Aborigines. So, we're watching as they wander around, armed with some sharp sticks, discovering kangaroos and possums the size of rhinos and things of that nature. These folks were wearing a little bit of strategically placed grass and palm fronds, trying not to become salad and main course for some twenty foot lizard. Keep in mind these people were not only prehistoric but also pre-hygienic. You know, extremely dirty feet, stringy, sweaty hair, missing teeth and such. Then I noticed something kind of strange. The older woman was "blurred", if you know what I mean. The editors had blurred out the 60,000 year old native woman's breasts.
Okay, grandpa was eaten by a crocodile while hanging out on the river bank and the family's smallest girl was a snack for a giant monitor lizard. We got to see that, but grandma's breasts, which she could have tucked in the waist of her grass skirt, were blurred because, heaven forbid, we can't bear seeing a nipple. You know, we would all go out, hire prostitutes, stalk Jodie Foster, and generally run amok if we did.
Now, honestly, I didn't want to see pendulous Aboriginal breasts that had, obviously, fed a gaggle of kids in their day. That's not my point at all. (This might be kind of graphic for some of you so I would suggest gritting you teeth if you are still reading.) In the clan was a barely prepubescent girl of, say, about ten or twelve years old. She, too, was strolling along in a little grass skirt like grandma's...but she wasn't blurred out. She was clearly visible to the television viewing audience.
Let me clarify something here. Me...personally...I wasn't aroused in the least by any of this. The Aboriginal grandma whose breasts appeared to be witching for water and the wormy little girl were definitely not my "type". I just notice these types of things. But I will tell you what. I find this whole thing absolutely appalling by the simple hypocrisy of it all. Isn't it reality that there are more perverts in this world that would actually enjoy seeing the little girl naked than the grandma? What about the fact that we got to watch members of the family be eaten alive?
I think we're confused. We've been taught that nudity leads to sex (which, by the way, is evil) and blood and guts are good entertainment. We all have bodies that we, and I speak for most of us I'm sure, regretfully must see naked from time to time and without something to compare them to, can't be sure if we are "built right" or not. And why don't we have something to compare them with? Because "naked is nasty" or at least that's the way we were raised. I'm not saying we need to start a nudist colony, I'm just thinking the sex thing could have been handled better by our previous generations and we wouldn't be so messed up these days.
We're screwed up because we've been filled with guilt. Tori Amos said, "I've got enough guilt to start my own religion." I know exactly how she feels. I could be Pope.
Okay, grandpa was eaten by a crocodile while hanging out on the river bank and the family's smallest girl was a snack for a giant monitor lizard. We got to see that, but grandma's breasts, which she could have tucked in the waist of her grass skirt, were blurred because, heaven forbid, we can't bear seeing a nipple. You know, we would all go out, hire prostitutes, stalk Jodie Foster, and generally run amok if we did.
Now, honestly, I didn't want to see pendulous Aboriginal breasts that had, obviously, fed a gaggle of kids in their day. That's not my point at all. (This might be kind of graphic for some of you so I would suggest gritting you teeth if you are still reading.) In the clan was a barely prepubescent girl of, say, about ten or twelve years old. She, too, was strolling along in a little grass skirt like grandma's...but she wasn't blurred out. She was clearly visible to the television viewing audience.
Let me clarify something here. Me...personally...I wasn't aroused in the least by any of this. The Aboriginal grandma whose breasts appeared to be witching for water and the wormy little girl were definitely not my "type". I just notice these types of things. But I will tell you what. I find this whole thing absolutely appalling by the simple hypocrisy of it all. Isn't it reality that there are more perverts in this world that would actually enjoy seeing the little girl naked than the grandma? What about the fact that we got to watch members of the family be eaten alive?
I think we're confused. We've been taught that nudity leads to sex (which, by the way, is evil) and blood and guts are good entertainment. We all have bodies that we, and I speak for most of us I'm sure, regretfully must see naked from time to time and without something to compare them to, can't be sure if we are "built right" or not. And why don't we have something to compare them with? Because "naked is nasty" or at least that's the way we were raised. I'm not saying we need to start a nudist colony, I'm just thinking the sex thing could have been handled better by our previous generations and we wouldn't be so messed up these days.
We're screwed up because we've been filled with guilt. Tori Amos said, "I've got enough guilt to start my own religion." I know exactly how she feels. I could be Pope.
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