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Culture war, the battle for booty

I don’t care about the war on Christmas.  I love the homie, Jesus, but people stopped caring about him on his birthday a long time ago.  I suppose that he couldn’t care that much either.  If he did, why would he let them paint him white in all those nativity scenes?  If that was me, best believe it would have started raining fire a loooong time ago.

I want to talk about another cultural war going on.  I want to talk about the war on loose women.  I don’t even like the term ‘loose’ but for simplicity’s sake that’s what we’ll call them.  The other names are far more harmful.

Since when has it been a good idea to keep people from getting laid until Marriage.  Why would we suggest that women not have sex until marriage when we know that would make the world a terrible place?  People would be getting married at 15 and deciding that they hated their spouses by the time they were old enough to drink.  Nobody would even graduate from college.  What is the point of moving away from home, doing all that drinking and partying without any chance of getting some?

People that waited too long would NEVER get married.  All the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes would be married by 25 and everyone over 30 would be a spinster.

Not to mention, sex is just better when you’ve had some practice.  It takes time to wrap your head around the physical and emotional experience that sex involves.  You don’t want to go into your wedding night with the sexual knowledge of your 9th grade health class.  Everyone knows that peg A goes into slot B.  Fortunately, sex is a little more involved then what they let the gym teacher tell us.

The porn industry, the condom industry and the birth control industry would be crushed.  Not to mention that single people would be miserable.  What the hell would they do on birthdays and New Year’s Eve?

Ladies, think of it like this, what if every man that you slept with had absolutely no idea what he was doing?  Sounds terrible, doesn’t it?

You know what’s even worse?  Some girl that doesn’t agree with your ridiculous set of morals will surely put it on your man.  Now look at yourself; lonely and bitter.  You probably need to get laid.  It’s too bad somebody stole your man.

The next time you fix your mouth to call some girl a “slut” or a “hoe”, take time and recognize what she really is, “attractive”.

Fellas, I know we are quick to judge women for sleeping with lots of people but let’s be honest, we are only mad at the ones that don’t sleep with us.  If a sexy woman picks you up at the bar, you don’t go asking about her sexual past until she turns up pregnant.  And why do we do that?  Because getting laid is much more fun than passing moral judgments.

If some woman is using sex to fill some other hole in her life, that is a problem.  Not because it is sex but because compensating for emotional failures with temporary fixes never works. 

I know it’s fun to think that you’re better than somebody else but if they are enjoying their body, what does that have to do with you?  Instead of judging, step your game up.   Then maybe somebody will want to put it on your judgmental ass.

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