I was doing my thing on the Internet this morning when I came across a bunch of sites peddling a photo of an allegedly-topless Taylor Swift. Naturally, out of morbid curiosity, I clicked on the NSFW link and was brought to a photo of … well, not Taylor Swift. It was unquestionably not Taylor Swift. I’m not even a Taylor Swift fan who spends hours staring at the girl’s concert photos, and even I could tell you that the girl in the photo was not Taylor Swift. But hey, that’s Hollywood, nude photo leaks are the new fad, and now Taylor Swift’s lawyers are suiting up for defamation or something technical that I wouldn’t understand in a court of law (or anywhere else) anyway.
Though I’d read various pieces from a variety of websites about the news, in no article I found, however, did it mention that the girl in the photo (you can Google it; I don’t really feel all that comfortable peddling the picture, and you won’t see it over on Evil Beet either) could possibly be underage. Read? My thoughts are that the girl in the photo could easily be a very young girl in high school – fourteen, fifteen, or sixteen years old. Could I be wrong? Sure. But the girl looks pretty adolescent to me. But moreover, why circulate a photo that could possibly be of a young girl who’s not even *legal* yet? Why is no one paying attention to the fact that the photo in question is undoubtedly not Taylor Swift, but is of a young girl who may or may not be making some pretty unwise, unguided decisions as a teenager?
Why? Because the world as a whole doesn’t care. The world has women like those on Jersey Shore and 16 & Pregnant and Teen Mom. The world has seen every boob available to see via “nude leaks” and isn’t ashamed of seeing every other boob possible, even if there’s a slight chance that it might be the boob of a young girl who may, or may not, turn out out like the aforementioned “women” on the aforementioned reality television shows. And you know what? That actually makes me pretty angry. Our society is content to sit aside and point and gawk at these maturing young men and women and watch them actively self-destruct and the worst part is, our society enjoys it.
Now, I’m not being as flip about the significance of the abortion debate, I’m really not. If you’re anti-choice, that’s your prerogative, and I totally respect that. To you, in fact, the news out of Frisco is probably not something to be happy about.
Still, in times of such bizarre political upheaval, it’s kind of refreshing to see a law … well, you know, upheld. The city’s Board of Supervisors passed a 10-1 reaffirmation last week on a proposal that “would bar pregnancy crisis centers from engaging in false or misleading advertising practices.”
In other words, crisis pregnancy centers will be legally required to put their cards on the table in terms of the degree of services they provide.
From SF Gate:
The legislation targets centers that oppose abortion, and the idea is to assure that women with unplanned pregnancies don’t seek counseling there with the expectation that they’ll be provided a …
I was having a conversation with a friend a couple of weeks ago when he asked my thoughts on Herman Cain. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but my initial reaction was, “Who the hell is Herman Cain?”
His response? “The Godfather’s Pizza guy.”
Which made me feel marginally better, considering the guy’s all over the news and I’d barely noticed his existence.
It did get me thinking, though, about how bizarre it is that a presidential candidate can pretty much rise out of the middle of nowhere and somehow become fairly popular. It also made me realize that I knew virtually nothing about Cain’s positions, and I have to tell you, the research has been pretty interesting on that one.
As you all probably know by now, Moammar Gaddafi is dead. After reigning for almost forty-two years as … well, “iron-fisted ruler” would be the closest thing to accuracy, Gaddafi was taken out back and shot.
So I was sitting in a meeting last night with a few colleagues I’ve been working on a project with, and the subject of Gaddafi and his policies came up. Naturally, a lively discussion was sparked, upon which everyone agreed that this was one heinous dude and blah blah blah, but the thing that got me the most was that one of my colleagues (a male colleague, not that it matters all that much at the end of the day), made a statement to the likes of, “Well, he couldn’t have been all that sexist; he did, after all, allow women into his inner circle, appointing them as advisors and bodyguards.” Needless to say, the room fell silent.
NO. Just NO. Let’s put some perspective on this. See, Gaddafi reigned over a state which looked down upon women, and wouldn’t even let them out in public at their famed Internet Cafes, which were more or less a place for men to gather, check out Western porn sites, and play video games. Men and women weren’t able to date, weren’t allowed to hold hands in public, and women were to remain virgins until marriage. According to a Western male visitor to Libya in 2005: