We’re a culture of Creeps.
It’s been that way for a long, long time, I know. The pornification of our culture is so evident though, way too mainstream. I get it, yet a tiny sliver of the decent part of me whispers, “No, I really don’t.” “Sex sells” is the common mantra of those quick to excuse it to justify their utterly deviant behavior, coupled with, “Don’t be such a prude.”
Fine, be a Creep. Join the throng.
What troubles me isn’t sex whatsoever. Consenting adults to consenting adults have a choice in the matter. Also, I don’t mind sex in dramas if it’s relevant to the plot and character motivations. Adult reading, late night television and rated R movies are strictly for those sorts of things (let’s leave out certain catalogues that “surprise” their browsers though). Perhaps as a result, I find myself growing ever more desensitized to the blatantly sexual ads in magazines, on billboards (in my state, sex sells up high on billboards announcing sex shops and Café Risques, followed immediately by ‘My heartbeat begins 18 days after conception’ notices), on television, and so on. Shock jocks don’t shock much anymore. I’ve mentioned once that public ogling makes me feel gross, but I walk away (and might write about it). I blame my brief stint in Tokyo for that, a place where ass-groping-on-the-train is as common as conveyor belt sushi.
My problem this week though has to do with mixed messages about sexuality we’re now sending to our young and the constant countering of it (not to mention any and all asshole Creeps involved).
At my department meeting just last week, several colleagues mentioned an issue involving student clothing on campus and what were we permitted to do about it. Do we confer with the female student whose provocative dress, best suited for a nightclub, barely skims her thighs and is cut so low in the front we can see just below her pierced belly button…or with the male student whose pants are barely clinging on to his hips for dear life? Or are we expected to ignore it?
Public college, public choices.
And what of the parents who either turn a blind eye to it or even encourage it from their children? What of their peers who encourage it also? Do they not care about the free range Creeps roaming around…or are they, in fact, Creeps as well?
Exhibit A: Donald Trump, narcissistic Creep running for President.
Still wonder why he has so many supporters? Again, we’re a culture of Creeps.
Exhibit B: Jared Fogle, paedo Creep who thrives on Subway sandwiches with a liberal dash of child porn on the side.
Bonus bit of creep involved with Fogle: Apparently, the executive director of his supposed charity to fight childhood obesity supplied the child pornography especially for Fogle.
Exhibit C: Culty Creep Josh Duggar, wannabe adulterer and incestuous child molester.
Undoubtedly, his upbringing left a lot to be desired. His family’s strict religious leanings are so disgustingly sexist, blatantly oppressive and awful, there’s little wonder the residual effects created homegrown Creeps.
Finally…There’s a special case, one that I’ve been hesitant to write about since it’s personal and purely anecdotal…
However, it’s been on my mind since yesterday. I must tread lightly here because it involves a friend. Said friend is a devoted, lovely mother with beautiful — I mean, beautiful children. She has a stunning teenaged daughter in high school who is now modeling. I’d like to say it’s simple teen catalogue modeling (no, not for THAT catalogue), but the photo shoot pics my friend shared on Facebook are hardly “regular” catalogue pics. I get the impression that the portfolio photographer is something akin to Donald Trump, definitely a part of our Creep Culture. Some of the pics were so shockingly hypersexualized that I felt hollow, so hollow inside after seeing them. The number of “likes” and encouraging commentary was every bit as disturbing as the fact my friend posted those very pictures for all in her circle to see. A part of me wonders if the encouragement and “likes” aren’t necessarily for the pictures but the news that the daughter has a contract for a modeling job coming. I just hope any contract she receives doesn’t involve barely-there, wet bikinis and provocative poses.
I wonder about my friend and wish someone, a family member of hers or a friend who’s quite close to her, would point out the obvious:
Again, the girl’s in high school.
That, and our Creep Culture is not only…well, creepy…it’s damned dangerous..