In Mark Twain’s time they must have not had women comparable to the Kardashians.
Bear in mind, I am all for women feeling comfortable in their own skin. I’ve not felt comfortable in mine since I was a teenager. Most women can wear yoga pants to the gym without feeling self conscious, I on the other hand wear them with shorts over them. Sure people might giggle, but I’m at the gym to work out, not to catch someone’s eye.
It is this uncomfortableness with my own body that has led me to this post. That and the issue of regard for self-respect.
At my second of three jobs, I generally work the photo equipment. Invariably there is always a vacation pic of someone pretending to pick someone’s rear at a distance, people who are too tall to climb tiny sculptures, babies, babies, babies and naked pictures.
Unfortunately, if something is an Internet order, we can’t always catch the pictures to censor them. They slip by, with the purchaser hoping it goes unnoticed. Here’s my thing, if you have to submit it over the internet because you can’t put it on the large screen in the store, then maybe you shouldn’t print it at all. Our printers are out in the open where anyone can see them; two key groups, children and perverts.
Recently last week a woman apparently went to a professional studio to have naked pictures done of herself. In terms of nudity, the pictures didn’t make sense. She was waist deep in a creek, wearing a blue jean shirt which she purposely pulled behind her so you could see her chest. A fully made up older woman, with perfect make up and hair, waist deep in a creek. The last time I was in a creek or around any body of water I face planted and had snail shells stuck in my crack; definitely not sensual.
Last night was a doozie. We had printed off a booklet of boudoir pictures. No big deal. We usually print these off at Valentine’s for women sending them to their boyfriends who are in the service. Usually the women are covered sensibly. Last night, the woman was covered, but then by the time the 4th page printed out, it looked like maybe her butt was starving and ate her underwear.
I couldn’t take it. I immediately posted my frustrations on Facebook saying, “Please, no more…”
Then as if to taunt me the machine then printed out two 8×10 pics of a woman who looked like a real estate agent in a company van flipping off the viewer. I was definitely not happy.
In the past someone has been sneaky and printed pictures of him and his girlfriend doing inappropriate things, men have told me I can take off the inappropriate pictures on their order if I want (when they are trying to save all of the pictures on their phone), and women printing off pics and using the big screen then saying, “Oops” and looking at me.
By all means I am not a prude, I have drawn many naked people. There is a huge difference between art and pornography. If you go to my Etsy page you will see tons of naked drawings, but none of them are nefarious.
If you are going to take pictures for your significant other, send it to them via text or e-mail, then quickly erase it from your phone so you don’t have to worry about anyone seeing it who shouldn’t. If anything think of the photo booth ladies, spare our eyes.
What is something you have had to do in the name of public service that bothered you?