Sunday, December 05, 2004
YOUNG MEN: BEWARE
The Pepsi Generation strikes again.
In our obsession with youth, we have generated another monster.
Please consider. We have convinced our society that no one can be too young nor too thin. We photograph anorexics and tsk tsk the meaty. We idolize women with preteen bodies who have lost their ability to menstruate. We have convinced our men they need children to satisfy their desires. Vice sting operations have arrested thousands of child molesters armed with Viagra, sex toys and drugs, for luring young people from chat pages. They are out there right now. These men are selfish and desperate for satisfaction. Despite all the publicity about the many arrests and convictions, they still stalk our youngest.
We call them perverts. But just how can that be correct? They are not behaving in an abnormal way. They are conducting themselves with total rational responses to the stimulations we provide in movies, tv, and magazines. Who are the real perverts? Those who respond logically to the culture? Or those who have perverted the culture for their own economic gains? Who are the perverts? Those who find the pictures in Vogue sexy or those who paint make-up on the faces of erotically clad 13 year olds? Those who find little girls sexy or the John & Patsy Ramseys who dress their little JonBenets to look like sexual objects?
Now, we would like to introduce you to the newest money making perversion: the Passion Patch -- an approved drug to make women want more sex. Equal opportunity? You're right, unfortunately. Did you see the Graduate? Mrs. Robinson was not a comedy bit. She was the prelude to our coming crisis. Women stalking young boys.
Think: that same desperate need to have sex, at any cost, and some old she-hag of the "I, Me, Mine" generation, who is selfish enough to not care who she hurts and at what age her victims may be. More than likely, a person in that state of mind probably thinks she is not doing as much harm as we think or that the young victim doesn’t really mind that much or won’t remember that much.
I have a horrible picture that has been inside my mind for decades. It comes from an old black and white foreign film with subtitles. A young boy crossed the rocky and sandy hillside of some European landscape. A group of old hag gypsy-women grabbed him, molested him, threw him on his back and took turns with him. But the horror of their warty faced toothless grins became that horrible picture that has been inside my mind for decades. Shudder. Shudder. Maybe the purpose of that memory is to understand the significance of all this Viagra and Passion Patch society of youth worshipers.
We need to stop the madness.
The Pepsi Generation strikes again.
In our obsession with youth, we have generated another monster.
Please consider. We have convinced our society that no one can be too young nor too thin. We photograph anorexics and tsk tsk the meaty. We idolize women with preteen bodies who have lost their ability to menstruate. We have convinced our men they need children to satisfy their desires. Vice sting operations have arrested thousands of child molesters armed with Viagra, sex toys and drugs, for luring young people from chat pages. They are out there right now. These men are selfish and desperate for satisfaction. Despite all the publicity about the many arrests and convictions, they still stalk our youngest.
We call them perverts. But just how can that be correct? They are not behaving in an abnormal way. They are conducting themselves with total rational responses to the stimulations we provide in movies, tv, and magazines. Who are the real perverts? Those who respond logically to the culture? Or those who have perverted the culture for their own economic gains? Who are the perverts? Those who find the pictures in Vogue sexy or those who paint make-up on the faces of erotically clad 13 year olds? Those who find little girls sexy or the John & Patsy Ramseys who dress their little JonBenets to look like sexual objects?
Now, we would like to introduce you to the newest money making perversion: the Passion Patch -- an approved drug to make women want more sex. Equal opportunity? You're right, unfortunately. Did you see the Graduate? Mrs. Robinson was not a comedy bit. She was the prelude to our coming crisis. Women stalking young boys.
Think: that same desperate need to have sex, at any cost, and some old she-hag of the "I, Me, Mine" generation, who is selfish enough to not care who she hurts and at what age her victims may be. More than likely, a person in that state of mind probably thinks she is not doing as much harm as we think or that the young victim doesn’t really mind that much or won’t remember that much.
I have a horrible picture that has been inside my mind for decades. It comes from an old black and white foreign film with subtitles. A young boy crossed the rocky and sandy hillside of some European landscape. A group of old hag gypsy-women grabbed him, molested him, threw him on his back and took turns with him. But the horror of their warty faced toothless grins became that horrible picture that has been inside my mind for decades. Shudder. Shudder. Maybe the purpose of that memory is to understand the significance of all this Viagra and Passion Patch society of youth worshipers.
We need to stop the madness.
