When I talked to my smart, wonderful, beautiful daughter last night, she was writing a paper for one of her college courses. She was analyzing ads from a famous jeans company and comparing them to porn, making the argument that they had similar subtexts about the body. So while we were talking, she sent me links to websites to look at some of the images she was writing about. I am, remember, a person who does not have cable television, who has never seen MTV, and is only vaguely aware of all the sleaze that is part of pop culture because I tend to live outside of pop culture. It's pretty easy to shock me. But I thought I did a pretty good job playing it cool and giving her my best feminist analysis of the images.
Later when I checked her Away Message (this is what happens when you have children in college, you become an obsessive checker of away messages), the message read:
Showing your Mom porn on the internet is really not such a good idea.