• contacted frank darabont yesterday
• put together a new font for the titles on clubhouse blues
• wrote a blog entry about work opportunities and whatnot
• watched mythbusters, life on mars from monday, the premiere of justice (which i rather liked, despite an eratic camera in the early scenes), and the finale of 30 days (and was confused in that one cause there was some spoiler going about (that i avoided) that seemed to involve something major happening, so i expected violence or something, but the episode was good)
• DID NOT write any fiction

but, that's not one i'm intending to be on about this morning. i wanted to discuss prudery. see, i put a picture of someone's naked back on the cover of my cafepress book, seeing her naked, and two of my sisters recently bought the book, but not before freaking out about the cover and the model and a whole bunch of silliness, like seeing someone without clothes is the most horrible evil that could ever be. of course, they grew up with the same mother i had, who would cover eyes or tell you to turn your head if a frickin sec scene came on the tv or in a movie. violence, of course, was fine. this is america, afterall. watch all the violence you want, but don't you dare look at anyone's naughty bits, even if there's nothing pornographic going on. and, when you're getting dressed or undressed, you better hide in a closet or the bathroom so no one can see you, cause, duh, didn't adam and eve cover themselves after they sinned, and didn't god say that was the way it should be?

not that i tend to listen to god anymore, of course, but all of that biblical shit is in my head forever--helps on the religion category over at funtrivia.com, which is nice--and i suppose i understand the inability to fight it, deeply ingrained prudery and whatnot. but, come on. is a little flesh on display so bad?

even when i was young, i wondered about a lot of the religious stuff, but specifically this one i remember. i liked the idea of living a life that didn't require clothes, where clothes were more decoration than necessity. i've since then toyed with the notion of visiting a nude beach, or something like that--though, my prude side combined with my layers of fat combined with what people i know might think of me after have always stopped me--but to no avail. keep the clothes on and everything is well, i guess. the world goes on, people get slaughtered over political, economic and militaristic ideals and people still fucking freak out over a little skin

hurricanes destroy whole cities (and not just new orleans), levees break and people die while the government sits by the wayside, wars are waged in the name of freedom but instead oppress a few nonwhites on the other side of the world, and all for control of oil, even as gas prices rise and gas guzzling suvs get more popular, criminals rot in prison, with no hope of rehabilitation or help, and the world goes on, as long as we all keep our clothes on

it's pathetic

found this anonymous quote in the wikipedia entry for nudism:

The best thing to do would be to designate everywhere as clothing optional, and we could leave little fenced in areas for the prudes to prance around in. Call them "Prudist Camps". They could peer out of their fences and indulge in their offensive "I'm offended" behaviour whenever they saw a natural person walk by, without bothering the rest of us.

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