Where do I even begin to try and broach the subject of Robin Thicke's new video Blurred Lines or Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball?
Thinking about either makes my stomach lurch with fear and sadness for the girls who are rising up to be women. What has the media done and what does it continue to do. Where are our standards? What are true and reasonable expectations? How can we not see the damage at work- 1 out of 4 girls is sexually abused by the age of 18. A large percentage are boyfriends offenders- a large percentage don't even understand or consider what happens to them to be abuse because of the "free" and "liberated" mentality 'we' as a culture live in. The constant pressure to keep up and be relevant, to put out, get around and be experienced. To have big boobs, a small waist and a toned butt. To be willing to play into whatever fantasy is most erotic. To serve men in anyway possible so that we as young girls and women feel wanted, loved, WORTH something.
The sexual knowledge and pornographic access our kids and teens have overwhelms me.
The women dancing topless in nude thongs, the disgusting innuendo of what "blurred lines" are. (which plays so heavily into rape culture) Miley Cyrus seductively riding a wrecking ball, bra-less in a white tee and underwear and then naked. So easily accessed on youtube- no parental locks or "explicit content" warning- nothing.
This generation is so lost, broken, hungry for love and attention- we feed our souls with emptiness. As Miley says in her latest song, "All I wanted was to break your walls, all you ever did was break me."
Emptiness. Pain. Longing.
To me its no coincidence why divorce rates are up 50%, why sexual abuse is becoming more and more common among teen relationships, the eating disorder stats and as a whole, a depressed generation. Medicated by prozac, weed, alcohol, porn, self mutilation- the cry for help is gut wrenching.
I ask, I beg, I plead- where are the men who see this and are outraged? Where are the men who desperately want to fight these lies? Where are the fathers who have stood up and said NO.? Where are the men who love their sisters to much to watch them suffer?
I don't want to believe that they are few, far between and rare. But I'm not sure I can say any different, so again, I ask, down on my knees- where are the good men, honest, true- the real men, the healers, the ones who seek justice, love and peace- where are the men who haven't been fooled by the lies?
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