Mirror mirror on the wall. Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Wasn’t that almost like an Aesop Fable? A story that at the end you learned not to be obsessed with your appearance? Sure, we all want to look relatively good… most of us, anyways.
We all want the attention too. Little kids act out because they want to be paid attention to. If they get more attention for breaking something, well guess what? They’re probably going to continue to break shit because they know they’ll get attention. But on the flip side of things, they could do the right thing more often because they’ll get more high-fives or more hugs. Then the child is going to become a teen – they can be driven or wreckless or even somewhere in between. You’re going to lose control and that person is going to develop. Where are you going to lead them? What kind of example are you showing them? How much attention are YOU seeking from your looks…?
We have such access to everyone’s eyes and ears. I can create a profile on Instagram and post nothing but different types of selfies … so that I could get “likes”(not many – I’m a bald, bearded 30something, my duck lips need work)… and it would be perceived as a totally normal activity. It’s part of the culture. How many girls take selfies of themselves with sexy poses and post them online? Most of the ones who would consider themselves attractive, I’d have to bet. There’s nothing wrong with this… subjectively. In fact, I’m sure it helps a lot of people with insecurities, in an addictive yet cathartic kind of way.
“I’m marketing myself. I’m working on my brand.” Every girl just wants to be viewed as sexy. I don’t blame them or the platform. Sex sells and we see the advertising everywhere. Show off those duck lips ladies, bend in a sexy manner with those yoga pants, and yes… that sports bra really shows off your curves.
I suppose I’m no better than the rest. I play into it. I think the pictures are hot and I can get distracted by them. But I just plead one thing: Can’t we just admit that we’re a little out of control? Because of our constant picture taking, Instasnapchatbook model gigs, superficial obsessions, we’re only perpetuating how much sex actually sells. I’d be happy if I saw less of it. Quality, not exactly quantity.
Remember when you were a teen and you were a fan of the Sears catalogue? No? Okay, what about that Victoria’s Secret catalogue that you stashed under your mattress? Did you get an older kid to sell you “adult” DVD’s or VHS’s? Baywatch? Remember BAYWATCH?! It would be cancelled after a season in today’s times
THAT was the norm at the time. Scantily clad ladies were hard to come by and their value was much higher because of it. Quite honestly, I’m scared to open up Instagram on my phone. It would be way too easy for me to lose a couple hours of my life after looking at all the silly shit on there. It’s a slippery slope. The whole game of social media is like a 45 degree incline on an icy mountain and only a few of us have climbing gear…
All I’m saying is that we shouldn’t let sex drive us, whether it be how we display ourselves on a day to day basis, how we decide on certain products, or what takes our time and attention. Let’s focus on the people doing the advancing our species forward, the interesting and amazing feats, cute puppy dogs. If sex always dominates our thoughts and decision making, then we almost revert back to a primates mindset. We don’t need to obsess with mating anymore, we’ll be okay if some of us don’t reproduce. I’m not saying that this readjustment of thought is easy (reminder; whenever I write something down here, I’m writing it for the reader AND myself). Share sexuality, enjoy others’, but don’t let it rule you.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the prettiest of them all?
“I don’t know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
Okay, but like … scale of 1-10, what would YOU rate me?
“If Giselle is a 10 then I guess I’d give you a solid 6.5 but your Instagram shots make you a solid 8… but I’m more into bigger blondes anyways.”
*Self-esteem level up, but confusion ensues*
Let’s contribute more than looks, follow more than ducklips and yoga pants. Propel human kind forward in one way or another.
…I mean, don’t stop with the ducklips and yoga pants, but do something else too. Besides sports bras.
…but yeah, sports bras too.