A rant on how sex sells and then somehow I get off topic, as usual.

Intro

Hoo, boy, you can tell that this is going to be a long post, just by the fancy headings and subheadings and such. My friends have ranted-er- blogged, about how sex sells and the media. I guess it's my turn to rant now. Let me begin with one of my favorite theme songs from one of my favorite shows, that's not really one of my favorite shows, but it's funny and it fits into the topic.

"It seems today, that all you see, is violence in movies and sex on TV-"

"FAMILY GUY!"

"Shut up, guys! You ruined the intro."

Short Story

Anyways, I met a guy... or two.  I'm not exactly over him, but I know I kinda gave up since the very start. I've written a bit about him, haven't spilled all of it, for giving away the details would ruin the personal special-ness for me. Sorry guys. But I loved reading my other blogging friends' posts on sex. It is true that sex sells. It is true that most of the stuff out there today is disgustingly promiscuous and open with these things. Whatever happened to being modest? Anyways, so back to this guy, quick mention. This guy and a few others proved to me: chivalry isn't dead. Romantics still exist. It's out there. It's hard to find, sure. You just have to put yourself out there, meet the right kinds of people and surely enough you'll find it.

Who are you again?

Okay, so I'm kind-of an old-fashioned person. I personally don't believe in sex before marriage, I attend religious services, hate today's generation. I like long walks by the beach, candlelit dinners and- sorry. I'm the typical misunderstood teenager that believes she was meant to be born in another decade. But I digress.

Back to the Actual Stuff

Sex is nothing new. Trust me, there has always been sex. How do you think you're here today? But the thing is, how open you are with your intimate life. It's called intimate for a reason! In life, I keep my personal opinion separate from my political opinion. Of course, if you're not married and you're not a virgin I don't think you're a horrible person! In fact, I could care less on whether you've done the horizontal naked dance* (or the HND, if you will, a term coined by my favorite site, Sparklife) or not! What you've done does not form the basics of who you have to become. So... the HND. Sex. It used to be called making love, apparently. Now, it's just called having sex. I tend to see this in the media nowadays: women are portrayed as objects of pleasure, and guys are free to do as they please with these women. Take, for example, music videos. Almost every popular big-time *ahem* rap song video has a closeup on a "hot" girl, less than half-dressed, shaking her a** in some club, or in a tight bodysuit, behind bars, chained up, in stripper heels, flaunting her legs, or by the beach with a "perfect" body in her bikini, etc, etc. Come on, it's true. Not to pick on only rap/hip-hop videos, sexualization happens in other genres of music too. (It just happens to be that it's easy to pick up on this in rap/hip-hop.) It also happens in video games, especially in those that target young adult males. And all kinds of magazines! Media in general. Girls, consciously and subconsciously, feel as if they have to live up to these standards to even consider themselves good enough. There's a difference between feeling good about yourself, feeling confident in your sexuality and showing it off, and being this super-sexualized being, according to general ideals, that shows you off to the world.

(It happens with guys, too, but for the sake of this post I'm going to be more biased and feminist.)

I despise this image of women, I really do.

So... sex sells...? Get to the point, here.

Sex sells because people like sex. Bottom line. It's what gets people going. What gets them hot. (Pun totally intended) It's probably not going to change anytime soon. But our attitudes on how we take this idea of women in the media and apply it to real life can be changed.

So what's your opinion on what defines sexy?

Sexy, to me, is knowing who you are. What you like, what you don't like. What you feel comfortable in (obviously your skin, girrrlll) and showing that off. Being sexy is not limited to physical attributes. That's only a plus, like an added bonus, and even that, the idea of what good-looking is, depends on a person's personal tastes and basic human instinct that healthy body=good=possible mating partner. I really even like the word sexy in itself, because it's been so... attached to the idea of sex as a physical thing. I prefer attractive. There. Someone who attracts you. Why? Because they're this overall being of AWESOMENESS, that's why. They should make you happy, please you, in all aspects of the relationship. You can hook up with someone good-lookin', sure! Date a hot guy or gal if it makes you happy! But PLEASE don't limit yourself to just looks for dating. I surely don't. Because what will you have when you're old and worn down, and old and out of the HND market? And your partner is now as worn-down as you are? (DISCLAIMER: Some people get really attractive as they get older. Hey, you never know.)

NOTHING. That is, if you didn't establish some other form of connection, then I'm sorry to say your relationship means zero.

Funny joke here, people:
Q: Why can't tennis players find a good relationship?
A: Because love means nothing to them.
(A-ha. HaHAha. Hahahahaha. Hur dur dur dur- Sorry.)

Hopefully, I've made myself clear on this. And hopefully you share this with others, and make me and my old ideals popular on the internet, so I can finally get out of this basement and make money from my blogging and buy myself a nice pair of socks.