Generation Fly
When I was a junior in college, I took a lot of ancient history courses from my advisor, Professor Augustus. This meant a lot of eleventh hour study sessions with my mates in one of the conference rooms up in the department. Right before we quit studying every term (for both midterms and finals), I'd break out my laptop and load up the helicopter attack scene from Apocalypse Now.
"Smell that? Do you smell that?"
"What!?"
"Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hail bomb. For twelve hours, and when it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of them, not one stinking dink body. And the smell, you know, that gasoline smell? Ohhhh hell! Smells like... Victory... Someday this war's gonna end."
One term, probably either Winter or Spring of 2003, Professor Vertikov walked by the door to the conference room, looked in at us all gathered around the screen, and said "Oh, I guess you guys finally found the password to that Girls Gone Wild video." There wasn't a straight face in the room (save for Professor Vertikov, who walked off immediately after that).
This morning after I got out of the shower, my television went on, and it was tuned to Comedy Central. What would I see but an infomercial for Girls Gone Wild? Now I don't have time to go off on a rant, here, but I think that Girls Gone Wild heralds a new low in the history of Western Civilization.
Now, I'm certainly not a prude. I'm a twenty-two year old guy, which means that I'm genetically hotwired to love seeing naked young women. I even believe that nudity/pornography, in some cases, can be portrayed tastefully and beautifully. Girls Gone Wild doesn't do that. It reduces young women to absolute animals, and men too. I'm sure it's three parts alcohol, one part money, and one part fame that causes these young women to expose themselves and behave in such a way.
To me, it's like a train wreck. It's painful to watch, but it's difficult to turn away... But now I am.
"Smell that? Do you smell that?"
"What!?"
"Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hail bomb. For twelve hours, and when it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of them, not one stinking dink body. And the smell, you know, that gasoline smell? Ohhhh hell! Smells like... Victory... Someday this war's gonna end."
One term, probably either Winter or Spring of 2003, Professor Vertikov walked by the door to the conference room, looked in at us all gathered around the screen, and said "Oh, I guess you guys finally found the password to that Girls Gone Wild video." There wasn't a straight face in the room (save for Professor Vertikov, who walked off immediately after that).
This morning after I got out of the shower, my television went on, and it was tuned to Comedy Central. What would I see but an infomercial for Girls Gone Wild? Now I don't have time to go off on a rant, here, but I think that Girls Gone Wild heralds a new low in the history of Western Civilization.
Now, I'm certainly not a prude. I'm a twenty-two year old guy, which means that I'm genetically hotwired to love seeing naked young women. I even believe that nudity/pornography, in some cases, can be portrayed tastefully and beautifully. Girls Gone Wild doesn't do that. It reduces young women to absolute animals, and men too. I'm sure it's three parts alcohol, one part money, and one part fame that causes these young women to expose themselves and behave in such a way.
To me, it's like a train wreck. It's painful to watch, but it's difficult to turn away... But now I am.
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