I peeped this story about a week ago. Needless to say, because I’m an emotional wreck anyway, I was brought to tears by this young brother’s speech. We all face challenges; it is how we respond to those challenges that define us. Not failure, not falling, but pushing past everything to get to the end of the rainbow.
Go on, young brother…go on!
I’m reading this story about Laurence Fishburne’s daughter taking the porn trail to fame. Really? Seriously? Is this what we’ve come to these days? Women, especially young women, believing that they have to be whores to be famous?
Heavy sigh. I could go into about how when I was younger, the whores were exactly the ones you didn’t want to be like. I could say that having a bad reputation was something that you avoided like the plague. I could even say that there was more respect for our bodies and minds.
I think I’ve hit middle age. Because this kind of fuckery is appalling to me. It is absolutely appalling to me that the women that our younger girls look up to have gained their 15 minutes of fame by dubious means. I thank God every day that he graced me with a son. Because if I had a daughter, and she came to me saying that she wanted to be a rapper like Nikki Minaj, or do a sex tape like Kim Kardashian or Kendra Wilkinson, there would be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing.
I do worry, though. What kind of woman can my son look forward to dealing with? Someone who is willing to sell their pussy for a tiny bit of fame? Someone who doesn’t give two shits about themselves…how are they going to learn to love someone else? Where is the self-respect?
There is hope, I believe. I met a young lady the other day who is the picture of what it means to be focused on becoming a woman of substance. She will be a senior at my son’s high school, and she was full of hope and pride about herself. I fell in love instantly with her nature; she reminded me so much of that hopeful young woman that I once was.
I have not lived a perfect life, and have made some mistakes along the way. I have regrets, and cringe sometimes at the things that I’ve done, but I’m here. I never gave up who I was to achieve something that is unattainable. I don’t think the young girls think. I don’t think they know what it will feel like when they reach my age and look back at their lives and realize that they sold their souls…but for what? The promise of money? The trappings of fame?
Heavy sigh. When the dreams of our young girls include being a porn star, something is terribly wrong.
