Censored!

So. I realised that my blog readership, however small, may have gravitated to a more male demographic.

I decided that I'll keep more personal issues to myself now. ^__^

I was talking to dear peanut today, and apparently he had a good shock when he read about boobs and ass 2 posts ago. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have you get out the eye bleach and give your retinas a good scrub.

JUST JOKING!

Instead of me having to censor myself and all my lewdness...MAN UP GUYS! Or are you going to live in your little sheltered world like those ancient greek men? (MEN who ran, screaming and crying, from their brides on their wedding night as they discovered that 'OMG they have hair down there??!!!')

You can blame all those perfect marble statues. You think naked statues of men on women littered all over your streets represent some sort of open-mindedness and acceptance of the human figure? Well, if it's not an accurate representation then you're probably suppressing reality instead of facing the facts.

Recently, I read a well-written post on how trying to protect people from 'detrimental elements' will almost always end up backfiring.

If you're too lazy to read it, basically he talks a little about doomsday and the rapture (sarcastically) and how publishers are attempting to censor the usage of 'nigger' from Samuel Clemens' Huckleberry Finn.

Now, I've never read the book but I can see the point he's driving at. Though it's seen as a racist term, trying to censor a book written in a different era simply because you don't understand the motivations of the writer for using that term is just promoting ignorance and fear of the word in our time.

A commenter likened it to saying Voldemort's name in Harry Potter - fear of the name promotes fear of the thing itself.

Instead of molly-coddling our new generation, why don't we try to expose them to as many things as we can and let them learn from it and decide for themselves what is right and wrong?

You know how they say the sheltered child is mostly likely to go wild once they go to college? Having never tasted freedom before, they are much more prone to breaking free in a more drastic way as compared to those who've had a looser leash when they were young.

I've seen some of my frog-in-the-well (katak di bawah tempurung har har) friends go completely nuts once they've broken free of their parents' hold on them. In a different country, living on their own...no rules, no curfew, no strict supervision.

My first alcoholic drink was when I was 13; my first time clubbing was when I was 16. And now, in my late teens and facing young adulthood where I should be partying it up and getting drunk...I can only say I've been there, done that.

I've made imaginary snow angels on alcohol-soaked club floors.
I've nibbled on a guy under the influence of 5.5 cups of drinks.
I've walked into walls, puked in my own bathroom, got hit on by other guys and giggling at the thought of it all, attempted to walk in a straight line (and failing miserably,) fallen down a flight of stairs (more than once.)

I've also walked hysterical, drunken friends home.
I had to kap liu for almost an hour's car ride as my friend stopped every fucking 5 minutes to heave or throw up on the roadside. (I wouldn't have minded as much if I didn't really really really need to pee.)
I've been punched by drunken boys, had my head done in by a very drunk girlfriend of mine.
I've been in cars of reckless drivers, cars where my friend tried to climb out the window while it was moving.
I've endured full body-aches from hangovers.
I've carried (and dropped, whoops) my passed-out friend up the stairs of her own house while fighting a pounding headache and the urge to pass out myself.

What I can say is, everything has a pretty and ugly side. It's up to us to experience both and decide for ourselves whether it's as hyped up as people make it out to be.

We're teenagers, not complete idiots. Trying to protect us from 'harmful influences' does not necessarily mean that we're going to live a perfect life.

Giving someone alcohol does not mean he or she is going to become an alcoholic. Letting them go clubbing doesn't mean they will become promiscuous. Exposing them to naked people doesn't mean they will become shameless perverts. Taking children to funerals won't traumatize them for life.

It's always good to arm yourself with information and experience new things, be it googling about Khmer Rouge, watching porn, researching how birth control works, or even reading stuff written by shameless bloggers (cough cough.)

It is up to you to decide what you want to do with the information. :3

So here's another to being an unabashed blogger. Cheers!

I've compromised too much; too many aspects of me have been casualties to growing up - my integrity as a writer will not be one of them.

As a plus, here's a blog I love.
Learn to love boobs, guys! Porn and shit oversexualize - even demean - them, but they're a very pretty part of us, like it or not. There's nothing unnatural with worshipping boobs in a non-sexual way, like how we girls appreciate 6-packs and toned arms on guys. With that, here are some girls who adore their own. :D