Boob Shirt
The other day Lizett was showing me pictures on facebook of her friend Svetlana from high school at her bachelorette party, decked out in the mother of all boob shirts and tipping back a martini with a dildo stirrer.
This is madness.
To be clear, I have no problem with whimsically sexualized bachelorette parties. If you want to stir your drink with a phallus, by God you do it! If you want to walk around with a bunch of condoms taped to your veil, then you walk proud. You can even feel free to take pictures to chronicle the whole event. But posting them on facebook? Here's what's going to happen:
Svetlana's friend Otto is going to see this picture and think it's absolutely HILARIOUS. So hilarious, in fact, that he's going to grab a copy and put it on his blog, renaming the file to something like svetlana_martinidildo.jpg for easy reference.
That's it. That's the end of the story. Now every time anyone types Svetlana into Google or God help her Google Image Search for the rest of her life, Svetlana and her whimsical dildo stirrer are going to come up. Her Grandma, having just finally figured out The Internets, is going to google her baby granddaughter's name and BAM! Crushed world view. The company interviewing her for a prestigious position in fish deboning is definitely going to see it, and who will debone the fish when they laugh her out of the debonery? Not me! So old Svetty asks her buddy Otto to please take the picture down but oops! Google has cached it, along with a dozen other mirror sites. It's there FOREVER, and you've quite possibly killed your grandma, the linchpin of the whole fish deboning industry. Don't drink and facebook.
This is madness.
To be clear, I have no problem with whimsically sexualized bachelorette parties. If you want to stir your drink with a phallus, by God you do it! If you want to walk around with a bunch of condoms taped to your veil, then you walk proud. You can even feel free to take pictures to chronicle the whole event. But posting them on facebook? Here's what's going to happen:
Svetlana's friend Otto is going to see this picture and think it's absolutely HILARIOUS. So hilarious, in fact, that he's going to grab a copy and put it on his blog, renaming the file to something like svetlana_martinidildo.jpg for easy reference.
That's it. That's the end of the story. Now every time anyone types Svetlana into Google or God help her Google Image Search for the rest of her life, Svetlana and her whimsical dildo stirrer are going to come up. Her Grandma, having just finally figured out The Internets, is going to google her baby granddaughter's name and BAM! Crushed world view. The company interviewing her for a prestigious position in fish deboning is definitely going to see it, and who will debone the fish when they laugh her out of the debonery? Not me! So old Svetty asks her buddy Otto to please take the picture down but oops! Google has cached it, along with a dozen other mirror sites. It's there FOREVER, and you've quite possibly killed your grandma, the linchpin of the whole fish deboning industry. Don't drink and facebook.
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