There’s an old saying:
If you got it, flaunt it.
Well, friends, countrymen (and especially countrywomen in this case), in today’s blog I am going to make a case why if you got it, please refrain from flaunting it.
Summertime is here, and with the new trend of carrying cameras everywhere and taking pictures of everything you do, there is a plethora of fun-loving summer photos bouncing around online. Lately, I have been surprised at the consistent level of… errr… “biz-nass” that seems to be plainly exhibited in people’s personal photos online.
Please, people! Facebook, Myspace, and your blog are not your big break for a modeling career, escort service opportunity, or porn video audition. Don’t you realize that most people looking at those are either your close friends and family — or random psycho stalkers if your profile is public? Consider your audience, people! You don’t want to give Aunt Mabel a heart attack, or give LonelyGuy73 any more impetus to track you down. Spare us the skin.
Now, I’m not opposed to people looking good. I’m all for health and fitness. I’m just saying we should be a little more discreet about what we post on the vast inter-web! What does it say about a person, when the sole contents of their online “profile” is dozens of scantily clad photos, and a plethora of comments from both genders reminding the person how “smokin’ hot” they are? They’re obviously seeking some kind of attention. Is their only contribution to society the fact that they look good without a shirt on? Is their only function on earth to satisfy the visual ogling of others?
Some things were meant to be kept private.
This reminds me of axe murderer photos. Huh? No, not Dahmer and friends… I’m talking about the photos of most any couple pre-1900. Have you ever noticed that these couples never particularly look like they like each other? Doesn’t it seem like a wonder that these people ever even reproduced based on the stack of bibles you could fit between them in these photos?
And yet they did! In fact, I’m willing to bet they had wild and exciting personal relations just as we do today. The difference? Back then, private things were kept private. Intimacy and the body was something that was shared exclusively, not broadcast on network television and certainly not discussed in the weekly bunco game with the girlfriends.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to go back to looking unnatrually unaffected toward each other. We have, after all, had a whole sexual revolution in America since then, and I think we’ve benefited by being more open with ourselves, our family members, and our partners… but do we have to be this open?
Not convinced yet? Let me offer one final argument.
No one ever says “if you got it flaunt it” to those who have a 200 IQ, perfect SAT scores, wicked vocabularly skillz, or who are rich. In fact, if those people do flaunt it, it’s usually considered in very bad taste and quite rude to others. Why then should it be acceptable for those who have the physical goods to just openly and blatantly display them for their own personal pride boost and to feed our already ravenously sex obsessed society?