It’s All About Sex

This morning, The IP came acrost what he thought was a very compelling picture over at the LA Times:
“Shall we let badly-veiled women be free in the society corrupt our youth?” he added.
 Meanwhile, back in “The West,” pole dancing is being mainstreamed as an exercise routine and people are wearing, and debating, the merits of cone bras. WTF?
No wonder conservative Iranian clerics hate us. But with the Internets and Intar-Webs, The IP thinks the sexualization cat is out of the bag, and women in places like Iran and Saudi Arabia are going to speak with their choice of attire. Vanity is a powerful force.
In his more objective moments, The IP usually stands somewhere in between those two extremes, somewhere in between a burka and a cone bra. In his more knee-jerk (maybe more sincere) moments, he recoils when he sees female Georgia State students walking around in outfits that, if they gained 70 or 80 pounds, would make them good candidates for People of Walmart. Sometimes it looks like they are already ready for the latter. Liberty is a double-edged sword.
But isn’t it kinda stoopid that people can wear all sorts of trashy, prostitute-like clothing in public all they want, but if one chose to walk down the street naked he or she would be arrested? That always bugged The IP. Liberty in this country is moderated through entrenched and irrational moralism.   OK.  On to sexual ambiguity.

Dude Looks Like a Lady That Looks Like a Dude, And There is No Problem With That
Maybe his eyesight is failing him, but the first thing he thought when he saw the below pic was that it was of a female soccer player, not some dude from Mexico’s World Cup team:
At that small size, he thought it was a player from the WPS. Oh well. The IP just has to say that he’s seen that player here in Atlanta. He thinks she works at a Starbucks at LaVista and Briarcliff, but he could be wrong. She might be that paramedic chick that works for Station # 8 in Dekalb County. No offense intended here, it’s just that The IP has always appreciated gender ambiguity. It makes one ask that all-important question, “Why should it matter?” Not all baristas and paramedics look like Pamela Anderson, fer Christ’s sake. Nor do all men look like those guys seen on those evidently ineffectual A-Team billboards. The point here is that people are people, so why should it be…you know the song.
Finally, a little warning for you folks in The ATL who read this post before 4:00 on Saturday:
It looks like a nasty (and sexy!) line of thunderstorms is working its way in a southeasterly direction.  Keep your eyes to the sky.  There could be some “boom boom” in your “room room,” if you know what The IP’s sayin’.



Blog at ya later



4 Responses to “It’s All About Sex”

  1. Anonymous Says:

    damn that’s a mighty fine pair of girl buttocks up there

  2. Marlone Says:

    Those “girl buttocks” belong to Venus Williams, don’t they? It’s actually flesh-colored panties, but she found a good match. Personally, I think it looks disgusting when playing tennis, but maybe she wants to distract her opponent (as well as announce her freedom to be whoever she wants to be and wear whatever she wants to wear).
    Yes, and I see students here at the University of the Shootings who look like prostitutes, both high-class and low-class. I have to decide if my objections or disgust come from jealousy (I ain’t no spring chicken) or common sense. Most of the time, it’s common sense, I think.
    But no self-respecting young woman wants to be dissed for looking too modest!

  3. braincoffey Says:

    When it comes to risque dress, I’m conflicted. Or just plain “flicted” as they told me at that weird Junior High in Huntsville, AL.

    I think we’re on the same page. It’s Paradox Lake all over again.

  4. Anonymous Says:

    faut voir

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