Geordie Whore: slut is not an aspiration

Porn. I’ve got to say something about it. Not that I have personally ever watched it….

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It’s probably a sign I’m getting old but I am actually feeling a little worried for tweens and teens of today, because there were two things I discovered this week by watching something I regret.

First I discovered how easy it was to access any type of porn imaginable. Second I endured my first ever viewing of Geordie Shore.

One of these I came across by accident.

In my day (fuck, I am old), porn was not something one easily came across. It was something half-traumatising half-intriguing discovered while looking through an adult’s VHS collection looking for a Disney flick to while away the afternoon. As I had an older brother, it was also in magazines that hit me in the face when I rummaged through the cupboards hoping to find Christmas presents before they were due.  I’m glad I didn’t understand then why so many of the pages stuck together.

But porn was something that you didn’t really come across if you didn’t want to, and if you did and you were under 18 then tough titties, the best you could get was a Kmart underwear catalogue.  

Working at a video store for much of my teens, I learnt that men liked renting the films from the naughty section. My fellow colleagues and I used to get towels to pickup videos of this nature when they were returned two hours later. These people wanted to watch porn – and fine if that’s your thing – but those renting knew they’d have to bring it to the counter and endure the mortified face of a sixteen year old scanning a copy of Thighs Wide Open. Only those who were really keen for a bit of porn would dare take the brave step to rent it.

A friend of mine recently had her teenage niece use her computer and when it was returned she noticed a number of porn sites in her web history that weren’t there before. Okay sure, nothing crazy,  curiosity and raging hormones and all that, but I can’t help but wonder what she watched, and what effect that would have had on her understanding of what sex is all about?

I am historically a prude when it comes to my own sexual freedom but I’ve no problem with people who like to have lots of it with lots of different people if they are mentally old enough to feel good about the decision. My friends and I talk about sex, and have done probably since about sixteen. But it has always been a discussion, not a competition. Watching Geordie Shore the other day I saw women who languished in being labelled a slut. Worse, they competed over who was the sluttiest.

“I’m gonna get on the cock,” somebody possibly called Charlotte proudly proclaimed several times during my first (and last) viewing.  “Im not used to getting salt water in my eye, unless it’s cum”, said another.

These shows are ridiculously popular with teenagers; I really hope they don’t use these characters as role models.

A woman with a high libido can if she chooses enjoy lots of sexual partners, but she can do so discreetly. A slut advertises. While I think you can be born a woman with high libido, I don’t think anyone is born a slut. Sluts are made. I don’t want to be part of society’s slut factory and I wish other people didn’t encourage it.

A combination of being easily and frequently exposed to any manner of women gladly giving it up for ten men in one ‘sitting’ coupled with apparently attractive popular famous women  finding status through their slut-o-meter could quite possibly lead young women into thinking it’s the right way to behave.

In my prudish opinion it isn’t: it will distract others from your true value and detract from your ability to be truly loved.

I hope the newer generations can separate fantasy from reality, because slut is not an aspiration, it’s an insult.

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