Speaking of “dreadful,” how about the dread of getting preached at by the San Diego union-Tribune “Currents” and their whining about the “Icky Ikki Twins” with a gratuitous picture of their “classy” legs?

Do they at the Puritanical Post think that some are not sick of their sanctimonious commentary on all things blonde and bimbo? You know there would have been no character attack had the stars of the show been say—black males—irrespective of any conceits on being sexually desirable or whether their behavior was crude. But I guess blondes, as attack “objects,” are eternally open game season for all things jealous and self-righteous? After all they do seem to get more then their share of attention?

But more to the point—what is so vile about the “fact” that humanity is predisposed to sexual titillation? Get over it and deal.

According to this kind of bluenose blather presumably uppity “class” snobs should not be seduced by blatant and “unprintable” dirty talk. Spare the likes of me. What is so “classy” about a society that seems to condone every form of pretense sophistication so long is there is no actual sexual contact? Most of the sex snobs I know are all show and no go—they only thing they seem to do in “private” is sulk with more sadistic planning on who else they can psychologically rape in public.

Face it—the commentary was not coming from a place of moral high ground. It was another form of low-life attack on the idea that women especially need to be well behaved according to some shame and guilt standard. And all this character attack was directed at these two blondes of “physical” beauty—it did not equally attack the other characters such as the males in the show.

But this form of psychological rape in public that victimizes women also victimizes men. First it alienates both sexes from being comfortable with their sexual impulses and it pushes women in the box to act as sexual prudes that have to condemn both their sexual desires and that of men—precisely the mentality of San Diego.

If the Union-Tribune is so holier-than-thou about standards—why do not they not focus on teaching hygiene standards about sex—it is not fraught with so much profundity of erotica that will fit nicely into rigid categories of judgmentally and shame?

Better yet why don’t the Union Tribulation people focus on improving women’s psychological beauty so that they seem at least spiritually attractive and resourceful—and not so bent on all those face jobs, makeup, liposuctions, etc.? Are we suppose to assume that most people have already maxed out on their ability to beautify the inner soul?

And it is possible that these types of shaming are as responsible for acts of rape as does anything else—this rejection of the body, the organs, the need and desire for pleasure. Are people suppose to crawl around like humiliated souls because they have inherited a bit of the ape?

Personally I did not see the show because I do not have access to MTV or I would have watched it thanks to the blatant notice in the newspaper. And what if it is in fact of low class and gaudily pornographic—so what in the grand scheme of things. It is not like no one in the mainstream media has never played the whore?

What is so terrible about having animal-like instincts that want pleasure and gratification. There are plenty of everyday realities that equally noisome—such as living in a society that is so guilt-tripping and rule enforcing.

It is not like most singles or even married couples are currently at a place of sexual and romantic heaven here on earth in which there is no need for further fantasy? It is not like this culture is not in any state of denial and dissatisfaction with their relationships?

No wonder Christian angels are depicted to have such miniaturized wings and snow-white costumes of Puritanism around Christmas. Apparently they have no need for a show of colorfulness and spiritual independence in that boring heaven in which they tediously sing praises to hoity-toity values of family values in which only monogamous and martial relations are considered appropriate.

However the next time the people at the fish-rag want to attack these blondes could they “enlarge” the picture of their elegant legs that lead to their cl’ass’y derrieres? Flesh is not something that all feel phobic.

The Tude Dude.