Sex Tape Era and the Socialite May 28, 2010

You know, it really disturbs me that as a young woman under 30, the media has OK’d sex tapes as a valid way to receive recognition (aka fame).  Perhaps you think I’m super conscious now because I have a daughter, but I am a daughter and a woman and I am pretty much getting tired of hearing about the “scantily clad” who made it by simply being scantily clad or not clad at all.  If I read about another woman who has used the panniedrawls to get where she’s trying to get, I’m going to burn my own bra just because this whole “women’s rights” bull-ish has taken a wrong turn.

Ok, so it’s no secret that I model.  I have been asked many times would I ever strip or pose nude or do a porno.  My response is often well thought out for many different reasons; some of those being:  image, reputation, and self-respect.  And oftentimes, the askers of said questions reveal through their curiosity that what they think of as being a model is not my idea of being a model or even why I do it.  First, let’s be clear.  After years of defining myself as a model and justifying why I do it in the face of the “saints,” family members, friends, and essentially the world, I have come to simply be ok with “representing beauty inside and out, and for me this covers socially, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically.  It is more important to me to be holistically healthy and obvioiusly intelligent than to compromise what, to ME, are core values that will likely never change and that, at this point, I will hope to pass on to my daughter.  There was a point when the “saints” (not all, but a few) shunned my dream to model because of all the makeup involved (we all know that old time religion) and their viewpoint that all I would do was prance around scantily clad hoping to be captured in the perfect position by the photographer who will probably be a pervert anyway.  Well thanks be unto God, I’ve never EVER encountered that man or that situation and was allowed to make my decision to be “active” or not.  No one took that from me.

So this speaks to mentally and spiritually.  As having been raised in the church (which I shall blog about in later sessions:) and having a family that has instilled in me structure, discipline, and at least basic values, I’d like to believe that I am spiritually balanced.  I learned at least a bit of my ability to be intuitive at an early age.  And with a father who has truly been a FATHER to his daughter, I’d also like to believe that I have a bit of the game in tact.  So if it sounds fishy, then it is fishy, period.  And it is up to me to decide if I’m going to offer my bait (my body and soul) to that sea of unforgiveness or keep it moving to the next legitimate job.

I recently explained to my mother that social sites like Facebook have this innate quality of making its users feel famous.  I mean, I’m guilty too.  Why else would I post pictures of my modeling portfolio for the www dot to see if I didn’t appreciate the positive feedback and love from the sea of knowns and unknowns.  So what about the sex tapes? And why is being a socialite soooo friggin important?

I feel like people are making themselves important with no cause.  And it strikes me as interesting that the new-age socialites have so much image/celebrity power and do not use it to the world’s advantage.  Instead they would rather take a round-about road to stardom through a demeaning vehicle of publicized sex, hope to repair their image publically, and then call themselves famous forrrr…? IDK.  As an educated woman of 2 degrees, several side jobs, and a pretty beefy resume to prove my worth on this earth, I take offense that my years of hard work is now comparable to a 3-minute neck and back session.  Fast fame with hard work? Acceptable. (i.e. American Idol).  But the sex tape era is disgusting and I wish it would just be over before my daughter can crawl.

Please and thank you.

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