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   From: tagutcow@earthlink.net   
      
    Okay, so Christina Milian has apparently taken the accelerated Beyoncé   
   track, and has gone from Disney 411 to singing songs about banging random   
   guys from nightclubs in the space of three months. Suss out the comments   
   on Lindsey Lohan's IWATDQ co-star Mandy Fox's FLM[1] message boards and   
   you will find a gaggle of men positively tortured by this pre-legal   
   walking sex doll Disney has cruelly foisted upon them.[2] There is a whole   
   generation of boys whose first sexual thought undoubtedly involved a   
   Disney starlet, and Disney seems to be positioning itself as the launchpad   
   for tomorrow's porn stars.   
      
    And last night, skipping down from HBO Zone's presentation of "Turn-on   
   TV", I turned to HBO Family[3] which was showing a documentary series   
   called "Middle School Confessions", during a segment wherein thirteen   
   year-old girls were talking very matter-of-factly about sucking cock. I   
   don't think I can be emphatic enough on this point: THIRTEEN YEAR OLD   
   GIRLS ARE MATTER-OF-FACTLY DISCUSSING THE WAY THEY SUCK THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD   
   BOY'S COCKS. Apparently, even HBO Family goes blue after midnight. One   
   girl's mother was concerned about letting her daughter attend the slumber   
   parties of a friend who is known- as intercepted communications have   
   revealed- for inviting boys over to her sleepovers and sucking their   
   cocks. Also, these girls were quite sanctimonious about still being   
   virgins; I think thirteen years is too young even to be santimonious about   
   being a virgin, as this already introduces an explosive system of   
   oppositions.   
      
    I'll not deign to dispense moral outrage here as I found the whole matter   
   quite unexpectedly arousing. I will say, however, that if a girl started   
   sucking my cock when *I* was thirteen, she would have had to go at it for   
   the next year and a half before much of anything would have happened.   
      
    It is interesting that Gen Y is both the most prematurely sexualized and   
   yet sexually conservative generation in recent memory-- I'll call it the   
   Brooke Shields effect. People who grouse of America's Puritanical   
   attitudes towards sex and those who believe the media is inculcating   
   sexual behavior in the young with glorified sexual images both fail to see   
   their actual alliance and- nothing would please me more to say- their   
   outdatedness. The reality of American Puritanism is not the the dirtying   
   of sex in media but rather its idealization (other cultures'   
   non-idealization of sex in representation put in continual relief by   
   wince-inducing things like Turn-on TV.) Idealization is ethically neutral,   
   it is precisely the disconnect between the reality and the simulacrum.   
   High art pretends to be porn and music videos pretend to be high art and   
   the video camera first-person POVs a girl- a fundamentalist Christian-   
   writhing on the ground covered in lovesweat and you- the end user- are   
   only pretending to fuck her. In the end, it's all appearances, and Gen Y   
   has the unique acquired ability to negotiate this labyrinth of   
   appearances. Gen Y is not deadened or desensitized, rather, they are   
   amazingly open and receptive. They are not a revolutionary or reactionary   
   generation, they are a first generation. Generation Y isn't broadcast to,   
   they broadcast themselves, even if they have no selves yet to broadcast--   
   again, it is still only appearance, but appearance has a way of preceding   
   substance. It is a supremely entitled generation who believes its   
   identities and sets of moral proscriptions are the most important things   
   in the world, and I find it heartening even when the results are   
   occasionally morally convoluted. The Gen Y persona is an appearance, it is   
   for show, yes, but only because it is waiting on a better substance; with   
   a genuine hope for improvement and some amount of religious optimism, I   
   can't imagine they'd end up with worse than what my generation was given.   
      
      
      Robert "shock only comes in one flavor" Caponi   
      
      
    notes:   
      
    [1] FLM: Fans Living with Mothers   
      
    [2] I was discussing the age of singer Joss Stone with my sister's   
   boyfriend whose face then contorted into an expression of having been   
   seized about the neck, who then said something about fighting to keep the   
   dirty thoughts at a distance. As a man who is obviously operating on a   
   much, much lower sexual level than other men, it is easy for me to forget   
   that stuff like this can be a source of inner turmoil, and yet I can't   
   fathom what horrible catastrophe they think will happen if they finally   
   yield to these thoughts.   
      
   [3] HBO Family is mostly home to shitty Canadian kid's movies with kids   
   from acting schools where they're apparently forced to internalize shitty   
   Canadian kid actor standardized inflectional forms:   
      
    We have to retrieve!   
    __             ____   
       ____ __ ___/   
      
    the magic scepter from Haba Yaga!   
        __    __           __    __   
    ___   \__   \____ ____   \_    \_   
      
    so we can free the spirit of the mummy!   
       __                            __   
    __    ___      ___        __ ---   \__   
                          ___   
              ____     ___   
      
    I would imagine a movie in which *every single line* is read like that is   
   playing at 200 decibels the next room over while one is trying to play   
   chess at the rec center might prove quite distracting indeed!   
      
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