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Showing posts with label doing stuff you regret. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 26, 2008

Girls Gone Wild!

First of all, I find it amusing that Comedy Central is the channel that seems to play the most Girls Gone Wild ads. Sooo....people that like stand-up comedians and South Park are the same set that are most likely to be into drunk chicks of loose virtue?? I really don't see the connection, except for the fact that these ads are really pretty funny sometimes. Especially this most recent one. Girls Gone Wild: Finally 18. One of the first drunk chicks of loose virtue, sounding like her IQ is about the same as her shoe size, murmurs (drunkenly) provocatively "I'm finally 18!" as she proceeds to pull up her shirt and reveal her gazongas, over which appear a couple of strategically placed star bursts.
I don't know about the rest of you gals, but when I thought about turning 18, going out and acting like a cheap slut, flashing people, and making out with other chicks was not the first thing that came to my mind. If I were a lesbian, the making out with other chicks part probably would have figured into things somehow. But that's beside the point. I don't think that being an amateur porn star ever figured into my thoughts. I was thinking stuff like "hell yeah, I finally get to move out of my parents' house and I can buy my own beer!" Back in the day you could buy 3.2 beer when you were 18. If you're an old fart like me, you remember this.
I was 18 when I met my ex husband. I moved in with him when I was 19. I had a kid by the time I was 25. I used to hang moons a lot, but at least I know that there's no way that if my son and his friends are ever watching some cheesy porn tape that the poor lad will ever suddenly be shocked with the realization that "Oh hells bells, that's my mom acting like a cheap drunk slut, flashing everybody and making out with other chicks for the benefit of all the cheap drunk slut guys!" Talk about needing a lifetime of therapy. I kind of doubt the Girls Gone Wild chicks have thought ahead to the fact that one day they won't be "finally 18," they'll be "oh hell, I'm 38." And the likelihood is, they won't want their kids to ever know what they did.
I used to pose for art classes, so it's not that I'm a prude about nudity. But I think that my son would be far less scarred by seeing his mom's naked ass immortalized on canvas a la Reubens or Van Gough than immortalized on a cheesy porn tape a la Girls Gone Wild. Sometimes when drunk and stupid, people just don't think ahead.
But at least the resulting ads are pretty funny.