There is something fruity and appetizing in these low-rate urban stories of weary mums and live-fast die-young teens that haunts me when marble-bust writers lower their guard on me, and I think I can explain why.
Some years ago I got across the story of Victoria Thompson, a 15-year-old nymphette who had unprotected sex with more than fifteen men over three hundred times. What was really remarkable about that, was the way the presenter filled his mouth with such numbers, as if they were chocolate-flavoured. He would repeat over and over again "THREE HUNDRED TIMES" in the most sensationalist way it could be uttered. His mouth was stuffed with amazement and dark joy, and it all was as disgusting as appealling.
Victoria's mum, called Vicky (powerless version of her little one's name), appeared on the screen whining about her daughter's unstoppable sex drive, humilliating herself before the eyes of millions of Americans. It turns out Victoria wanted to have a baby no matter what, and we all know there is not enough birth control in this world to stop such desires. This lady's mum said "I caught Victoria not one, or two, but three times, naked in my bed, having sex". I mean, was little Victoria supposed to be wearing her underwear if she was having sex...let's get our facts straight. And what about that marvelous "not one, but two"... Would Shakespeare be proud of that?
Troublesome Victoria showed up on the show. She was booed by the audience the minute she put her feet on the studio, but her "I don't care" attitude sustained her in a nearly heroic way. She was a blonde-bleached Julius Caesar! facing her mum! facing the world! facing morality! What a joyful contradiction she was, this barefoot mistress! this shooting star, this son of a gun!
Of couse, she added drama to the story. A tearful Vicky cried while a photo of her daughter, dressed in white, probably in her First Holly Communion, was being projected on a screen behind her. Where were those days when her little daughter's libido was still asleep? Where were those "ew, boys" days?!
Victoria defined herself as a "player" and confessed to the stunned audience:
"I have had sex in public places
over a hundred times
I have had sex in a park
in a mall,
in a playground
and even on a staircase.
You don't care what people think about you?
I don't care what people think about me
I am who I am
that's all there's to it.
Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
And it is not a Charles Bukowski's poem.
2 comentarios:
I was not going to say anything, but this post got me both angry and sad. Especially sad.
One thing is trying to get pregnant. Another thing is trying to get pregnant when you are still going to school and you are fifteen years old and have no income at all. Does she even have the period? Probably she isn't even fertile yet.
I do not get the reasons that got you to eulogize her like that. At fifteen our personalities are not even totally defined. And one thing that you seem to forgot is AIDS. And I thinks it is important to say something about that. Unprotected sex with strangers? Is she going to have a baby or is she trying to get infected with HIV? I am not a moralist and I am not saying she should stop having sex, but I would definitely buy her a pack of condoms.
Moreover, do you know something about respect? I bet your mother would slap you so hard in the face if she discovered you having sex in her bed for a second or third time and you told her "shut the door". One thing is having an exacerbated sex drive and another letting it control you and hurt the people that love you.
Besides, if you want to make a historical comparison, I suggest you to use a more appropriate one, such as Licisca (Mesalina).
Miguel Rual
Thank you for sharing your opinion!
However, I do not think you completely got the tone of my text, as it is obviously ironic. Even though I was not trying to express my personal opinion here, there we go: I do not support any kind of risky behaviour, specially towards sex at such a young age. Fortunately, I do have an education and I am fully aware of the consequences of such events. Anyway, that is out of the question as I am not talking about those issues here, but about how the media tries to turn a family drama into a product, and how disgusting, unreal and disrespectful it can be to its protagonists. I know about illnesses and respect. What's more,I am not trying to prove to anyone how much I know about history. I am not trying to show off, I am just telling a story.
To be absoulutely honest, I would not change any word I have written here.
I wanted to transfer my feelings of disgust to the readers of this text, and the fact it made you feel sad and angry speaks for itself.
Once more, thank you so much for speaking your mind and for sharing your opinion :)
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