At first it's a pleasing sight. I can understand the allure.
Supple, clean, flawless skin. Doe eyes hinting a longing pause. Eyes that seem to be looking right into you. Eyes that know your every thought, understand your deepest desire. Eyes that easily keep you company when the day falls into a lull and silence surrounds.
You've seen her many times. Perhaps not walking through your neighbourhood, but more likely across the screen. Across the page. Across your bedroom wall, it's most likely been there since you were a wee lad. An often milestone step from when a boy ambles and then begins to strut, walking down the same path as the many men before them. It's okay. It's normal.
And as the gaze drops, following the soft line of her leg, the nape of her neck and her touchable, damp skin. The breath grows short. Cause she's not only half-naked, she also sometimes wet, as if she escaped from a sudden storm. She's smiling, laughing even, and very agreeable. And she wants to give you what you've been waiting for...
And it's one Big Fat Lie.
It makes me think, "Why?" Why is this still going on and acceptable? Why are these women falling down to such pressures? Why the need to bare so much?
I get that celebrities need publicity. That actors like Kunis, Jolie, Alba and a slew of others need to promote a film, but if the merit of acting is on the line when such films are released to the public for entertainment as well as criticism, then why the need to sell it with SEX? Why the lingerie, satin sheets and bedroom eyes?
And why don't their more hung peers join in the skinsation? Why isn't Clooney, Gosling, Cooper and others parading in next to nothing, rolled up in satin sheets, laced in speedos, and oiled like a Sunday salad.
That's what irks me.
If the boys were just as unclad as the girls, I would have nothing to say. If the boys gave multiple wanton gazes, I'd laugh and flip the page to the next nearly naked hunk and read about what childhood memory they're most fond of.
I just wish the manner in which women are portrayed isn't one where it feels like there is a Master and there is a Slave. This point mostly refers to the Blurred Lines video. Or any music visual where the men are properly clothed and the woman is in her bra and underwear.
Why have we become so comfortable with this image? What message are we truly feeding ourselves?
