Lindsey Vonn not skiing. |
I mean really, who wants to play volleyball with a team of naked people, with breasts and penises bobbing and waving? How about dining in a nude restaurant, flabby bodies and sagging breasts everywhere you look dampening one's appetite? Or worse, great bodies turning you on while you're picking away at your salad.
Anyway, at least nudists have their place, and if you want to be one you go there. But rampant signs of decreasing modesty abound, most notably on the Internet. Today I saw a story about Lindsey Vonn, the once-reigning Queen of the Slopes in the Olympics, accompanied by two photos she posted of herself on Instagram. Both are pathetic, but one is particularly unfortunate, showing her looking like a semi-vegetable in a hospital bed following knee surgery.
Why, Lindsey, why? And what's next? Will we soon see photos of celebrities sitting on the toilet, or, even worse, the results of their toilet visit? Like, "Hey, look at my shit -- for real!"
Modesty is gone, but I remember it well. Those were the days, when you could use your imagination. Now you don't even need one.
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