Posted on 03/04/2025 8:57:31 AM PST by SeekAndFind
Any time I venture into public, I’m increasingly convinced more people should have been bullied as kids (of the swirlie variety, not the “I wish you were dead” kind). Behind every ill-adjusted adult who thinks “ask me about my pronouns” buttons are rad or that perpetually living in his mom’s basement is normal is a dork who didn’t get shoved into enough lockers for weird behavior.
Public shaming would go a long way in phasing out all kinds of social ills. People should be made to feel stupid for masking outdoors or chomping popcorn with their mouths open during quiet movie scenes (or loud ones). You should feel the weight of a thousand disapproving eyeballs when you take your shoes off on an airplane or go to the grocery store in buffalo-plaid pajama bottoms and Crocs.
But it’s not just things people do wear that deserve scorn. It’s also things they don’t. It’s time to bring back slut shaming.
Before the feminists freak, I’m not talking about menacing strippers or blaming rape victims, so take a cleansing breath. I’m talking about normalizing the societal discouragement of looking like a hoe at work, at play, and online.
We’ve all seen it: a boob threatening to launch out of athleisure wear or a pair of asscheeks popping out of some daisy dukes to bid passersby g’day. There’s no such thing as underwear anymore because anything can be outerwear. Rachel Green’s mortifying nightie looks downright puritanical next to the average Instagram post and workout OOTD.
As one X user, Megha, rightly observed, hoes “think they can just go wherever and sexually assault our eyes with zero consequences.” Bingo — and not just our eyes but the eyes of our husbands, dads, and kids. So let’s introduce them to some social consequences, shall we?
Here’s how Megha handled one slutty yogi in her apartment’s shared courtyard:
(Catch me yelling, “Hoes can no longer be permitted to have a chokehold on society,” the next time I’m a few margaritas deep on a Taco Tuesday.)
But she’s right, and it happens everywhere. At the gym? Cake face walks in wearing booty shorts and risking a nip slip with each rep. Out to lunch? Pay no attention to the hussy in a miniskirt picking up the fork she dropped. Inauguration? Somebody’s got her ta-tas out because being ogled by just the billionaire she’s engaged to isn’t enough.
There’s a clear Christian case for decency in how men and women dress, but lest you think our societal need for slut shaming is driven by “purity culture” prudes, jealous ladies, or misogynist men, it isn’t. Modest may or may not be hottest, but that’s not the issue. When women perpetually give away the goods under the guise of “empowerment,” they give away the real sexual power of women everywhere — and make no mistake, women have sexual power men just don’t. Thanks to unlimited supply, value is in freefall.
In 2018, Camille Paglia called it a “flesh parade,” writing, “The current surplus of exposed flesh in the public realm has led to a devaluation of women and, paradoxically, to sexual ennui.”
In other words, men are bored. Thanks to all the “ass, titties, ass, titties, ass, titties” every time they open social media or walk outside, guys like @gotsnacks_ are “not excited no more. I’m bootied out. Y’all have showed me so much ass, I’m numb to it.”
My colleague Madeline Osburn wrote about this phenomenon four years ago, noting that “the devaluation of women’s bodies hurts women too.” She said:
Before we were all “bootied out,” a woman’s sexuality was not just mysterious and proactive, but the most powerful force on the planet. It drove men to face great risks, cross oceans, write ballads, and even start wars just for the chance to gaze at a woman’s booty. Women held all the cards in intimate relationships.
Not anymore. As long as the hoes have “a chokehold on society,” they’ve tipped ladies’ hands.
For societal slut shaming to work, we need to know who and what it’s for. It’s not to shame women for being sexy. Hello, that’s kind of a biological hazard. It’s also not to meet one act of inappropriateness with another. A young lady who shows up to church in a crop top shouldn’t leave believing her shirt length matters more than her soul. Rather, it’s to help reestablish the good societal expectation that while women are sexy, we’re not sex objects. And we should be expected to act accordingly.
So, in the words of every airport everywhere, if you see something, say something. Maybe that means shouting across your apartment courtyard like Megha, or maybe it just means communicating with a look. Maybe we can pressure social media sites to expand their definition of obscene content and states to get more serious about enforcing indecent exposure laws. It’s about time “no shirt, no shoes, no service” policies also banned Meredith Palmer-esque “shirts” in their fine print.
For all their angry shrieking about misogyny, feminists are the ones who forfeited women’s true sexual power — but we can restore it. Not by covering every square inch of skin. We’re looking for less “Return to Amish” and more rediscovery of feminine allure. To make boobs and booties great again, flatter those features rather than flaunting or flattening them. Play to those curves without baring or androgenizing them. Show a bit of skin but not most of it, just a little something-something to keep ’em guessing. When hoes leave nothing to the imagination, they take what was once intriguing and make it boring instead. We can’t let them get away with it anymore.
“If women want respect in society, they must do their part to raise their own value,” Paglia wrote. “Stop throwing it away on empty display.”
Maybe not all women want respect, but some of us still do. So we’ll do our part to raise our value. Let the slut shaming commence.
Bringing back shame, in its basic form, would be a nice start.
That doesn’t change the fact that tattoos are just fashion, now. All sorts of ordinary and even very conservative people have them - like my in-laws, who decided to celebrate their 50th birthdays by getting tattoos that were meaningful to them. We may find a lot of them ugly; but it’s still just fashion and it doesn’t make a woman a ‘tramp’.
The writer is a she. I don't see anything near implying she or anyone else does (or should) roam the streets looking for this sort of thing. in fact, you don't have to; it's in your face all the time.
Start with my kids college campus.
Up before the Flesh Parade...
The pretty faces...
The bedroom eyes...
The pouting lips.
The longing thighs say “Come in for a night, you won’t
regret it - but don’t make any plans”.
She likes a man, but a hand is just as effective.
A mutual need. No need to talk. No moonlit walks, no
sun-drenched beaches.
Just a bed and just an alarm clock that says your time
is up.
Go find another body (boy, girl) in the Flesh Parade.
The line-up never changes. And, sure, nobody’s perfect. Just good at perfect crimes.
We have the standard phrases; ask the time. How about
the weather? Don’t care about the sports. My only interest is your mind.
(Got the time for a grind in the Flesh Parade?)
Okay so some of the way this is worded is cringe but I agree wholeheartedly with the premise. This was always going to be the case and I just don’t understand why women can’t see it.
my own personal pet-peeve: 300lb women wearing yoga pants.
So, you’re a FATist, me too.
It's far more difficult (and dangerous) to walk through a world where men and women wear costumes that hide their true identity.
Jane you ignorant slut
I really didn’t say a tattoo made a woman a tramp.
I said that a tattoo is referred to as a tramp stamp.
Back in the day women who wore red were said to dress like a ‘ho, but that did not mean they were.
The purpose of a tattoo like any “fashion” is to draw attention and send a message either a subtle one or an overt one.
Anyone who gets a tattoo must understand the attention drawn may be viewed as a negative by some folk.
In my estimate, it doesn't "make them a tramp", but when I see even a beautiful woman with a tattoo it does lower my estimation of them, at least somewhat. As a Christian, I believe the body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. At the least, it's a beautiful creation of God. Putting a tattoo on it is like painting graffiti on the Sistine Chapel.
My 🪙🪙
So, in the words of every airport everywhere, if you see something, say something.
What happened to her lips?
“Tramp Stamp’ refers to a tattoo located in a certain area - a woman’s lower back.
A hoe is a garden tool. A ho is just a shortened version of whore.
Me three!
as long as they are between 95 and 145lbs(proper Weight to Height ratio), going braless is totally acceptable.... js...
“..I’ve seen women show up for church literally dressed like whores going out fora night on the town. No regard for what that’s doing to the men in the congregation and for the kids who had to see it....”
Yep. It got so bad where I used to attend that I even went so far as to set up a private meeting with the pastor to discuss this very issue.
He basically told me in no uncertain terms “to get with the day and times we that live in....” I just kinda shook my head as I left out of the meeting.
I eventually had enough both physically and spiritually, finally left there and returned to my dear old mother’s home church: old fashioned Pentecostal. I found myself good with that move, and I guess my old church is glad that I left there too along with my “old fashioned” tithing.
What I can’t understand is how actresses/ musicians etc feel it necessary to half dress at these awards shows. The ones with no tats and nice outfits look so much more attractive.
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