Want to know the sad part? I went to high school with the guy. We graduated the same year. Only I didn't go to graduation. Instead, I stayed home and wrote. I didn't want to walk with my class. I hated them. I despised them for all the shit they put me through those four years of my life. Why would I want to share that moment of my life with those I couldn't stand?
Wanna watch another video?
Wanna watch another video?
There's a moment in my life when I begin to self doubt myself. My whole high school career, I led myself to believe that I was better than people like this--I need to add here that I also grew up with this guy. We went to the same schools most of our lives. We probably went to the same church and the same CCD classes, if I remember correctly. When I see videos like this, I don't feel so bad about my position of life. In fact, it makes me happy to see that others have still refused to grow up.
Slap hand to face! I just looked at the sole person to is his friend (by the way, the account doesn't belong to the guy I went to high school went). I'm not a big YouTuber, so I don't know what's cool. The only videos I have posted are of friends reciting their poetry or playing music. So I'm hoping someone can explain why this is suppose to be so awesome:
Warning: DO NOT WATCH THESE VIDEOS AT WORK!!!! NO NUDITY, BUT WHY TAKE THE CHANCE?! (actually, don't even watch them. There's no point in doing so. Just look at the thumbnails.)
What don't I understand? Okay, let's try this. Why is it that girls feel the need to half expose themselves on the internet? Is there something that drives them to say, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to get down to my bra and thong and dance for several people so they can watch me countries away.
Notice how a very small amount of people actually show their faces. That makes as much sense as a prostitute wearing a paper bag to conceal her identity. She's still a prostitute, nothing changes that. This is one for the blogs, I suppose. It made it to mine.
But I still wonder why these girls do this. Why not channel that energy into something creative? Are they afraid that they may not get the boys? Sluts are overrated. I hate using the term, but I have nothing else to work with. Sluts are all great and fine, but they get used and tired. After a while, they're left in the sidelines clinging on to what little they have left, trying to swing those hips in such a putrid way. Just thinking about it almost makes me want to vomit. Can you imagine that girl dancing at the age of 45? Is that such a beauty?
This brings to mind how Pam Anderson did that whole strip tease on a bike--was it a Harley? She said no media was allowed so anyone who wanted to see the show would have to buy a ticket. Seriously? Pam Anderson is decayed with a fake tan and fake breasts. Do we still want to see that naked? I never really cared for her when I was younger--most guys my aged wet their pants at the site of her naked body. But I saw through the facaded and soon to be all-too fake looking orbs she loosely called breasts.
What set me apart from the other guys my age was that I loved the natural beauty. I had a great hatred toward make and plastic surgery. I still do. I like the girl with the small breasts, rather than the overtly large fake ones. I liked the pale girl, rather than the sort who stayed in the sun for too long, or fell asleep on the tanning bed. But that's just me. While my friends were trying to beat off with the current issues of Playboy, I was adoring the women of the seventies, issues my friend took from his father's stash.
I liked the long hair covering the nude model. Blonde, red or brunette hair perfectly falling over the supple breasts of the model. Women should be treated with respect. Their natural beauty should be complimented. They shouldn't feel the need of having to half or fully expose themselves in order to get attention--though I'm not saying they shouldn't be allowed to choose; a woman's sexuality is her own business, one men have no right in interfering with.
To the girl in the video, I ask you to mindfully remove them. Write a poem instead. Write a book. Read a book. Do something creative, but don't whore out your body for the masses.
Slap hand to face! I just looked at the sole person to is his friend (by the way, the account doesn't belong to the guy I went to high school went). I'm not a big YouTuber, so I don't know what's cool. The only videos I have posted are of friends reciting their poetry or playing music. So I'm hoping someone can explain why this is suppose to be so awesome:
Warning: DO NOT WATCH THESE VIDEOS AT WORK!!!! NO NUDITY, BUT WHY TAKE THE CHANCE?! (actually, don't even watch them. There's no point in doing so. Just look at the thumbnails.)
What don't I understand? Okay, let's try this. Why is it that girls feel the need to half expose themselves on the internet? Is there something that drives them to say, you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to get down to my bra and thong and dance for several people so they can watch me countries away.
Notice how a very small amount of people actually show their faces. That makes as much sense as a prostitute wearing a paper bag to conceal her identity. She's still a prostitute, nothing changes that. This is one for the blogs, I suppose. It made it to mine.
But I still wonder why these girls do this. Why not channel that energy into something creative? Are they afraid that they may not get the boys? Sluts are overrated. I hate using the term, but I have nothing else to work with. Sluts are all great and fine, but they get used and tired. After a while, they're left in the sidelines clinging on to what little they have left, trying to swing those hips in such a putrid way. Just thinking about it almost makes me want to vomit. Can you imagine that girl dancing at the age of 45? Is that such a beauty?
This brings to mind how Pam Anderson did that whole strip tease on a bike--was it a Harley? She said no media was allowed so anyone who wanted to see the show would have to buy a ticket. Seriously? Pam Anderson is decayed with a fake tan and fake breasts. Do we still want to see that naked? I never really cared for her when I was younger--most guys my aged wet their pants at the site of her naked body. But I saw through the facaded and soon to be all-too fake looking orbs she loosely called breasts.
What set me apart from the other guys my age was that I loved the natural beauty. I had a great hatred toward make and plastic surgery. I still do. I like the girl with the small breasts, rather than the overtly large fake ones. I liked the pale girl, rather than the sort who stayed in the sun for too long, or fell asleep on the tanning bed. But that's just me. While my friends were trying to beat off with the current issues of Playboy, I was adoring the women of the seventies, issues my friend took from his father's stash.
I liked the long hair covering the nude model. Blonde, red or brunette hair perfectly falling over the supple breasts of the model. Women should be treated with respect. Their natural beauty should be complimented. They shouldn't feel the need of having to half or fully expose themselves in order to get attention--though I'm not saying they shouldn't be allowed to choose; a woman's sexuality is her own business, one men have no right in interfering with.
To the girl in the video, I ask you to mindfully remove them. Write a poem instead. Write a book. Read a book. Do something creative, but don't whore out your body for the masses.
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