Let’s go somewhere together, you and I…
Let’s go to a football game. Us and our husbands, and a few other couples, mostly in our 30s. Maybe it’s our alma mater or something. We get to the game, and we are cheering for our team, DE-FENSE <clap><clap>, all that jazz. In between plays, the cheerleaders come out and our husbands take notice. They notice one in particular. They comment on her. She’s hot! Look at those toned legs! Look at that tight tummy when she raises her arms! Mm-mmm!
Oh wait… Did I forget to mention that this is a high school football game?
… What? Is that inappropriate?
Ohhh, I see. And it would also be inappropriate if we women at the game were cheering for #32 on the team? Wearing his number on our shirts, maybe with his picture? Talking about how hot he is? And ohmygosh don’t even get us started on his abs?
Yeah. He’s 17. He’s the same age as the kid who bagged your groceries the other day. The same age as your babysitter’s boyfriend. And just 4 years ago, he was…
Sharkboy. And 13-years-old.
Britney Spears wasn’t quite 18 when this cover came out in the spring of 1999. If our husbands were gazing at pictures like this of 17-year-old girls, would we be appalled?
More than likely, YES.
So why is it different for a 30-something woman to be staring dreamily at a picture of Taylor Lautner with his shirt off?
If a female teacher was caught with pictures like that of a 17-year-old male student, she’d be fired.
If a male teacher was caught with pictures like that of a 17-year-old female student, we’d want him castrated.
Just food for thought.