For those who pinged to remind me that I forgot to post last week- Thank you. But I didn’t forget, I was just too busy- too busy having fun that is!
A kind relative who let us have his timeshare week plus a few pouts to the hubby equaled a fabulous trip to Cabo san Lucas. While I was having a great time in Mexico (more of which I shall share with you later) I was also busy expanding my perspectives. Talking of expanding horizons, we watched the most beautiful sunset on the beach and also for the first time ever I saw a real live WET TSHIRT CONTEST.
I didn’t pay to go watch it, the contest was held in plain view at a shack on the beach. Young college girls were supplied with copious amounts of alcohol, there was really loud music and they were each given a teeny tiny t-shirt. (Or what was supposed to qualify as a t-shirt) There was one drunk idiot on the stage who was at the receiving end of the lap dances by these girls, while they were being squirted liberally with water.
These were young college girls who were in Cabo on spring break. They weren’t paid to do this, this wasn’t a strip club. They were girls who probably had too much to drink and thought it was a good idea to take off their clothes in public to win some more free cheap booze. The DJ kept goading the “performers” on while yelling “What happens in Cabo! Stays in Cabo!!” Their every move on-stage was being recorded on hundreds of phones, ipads and cameras.
I know they were there willingly and were having a good time, but I couldn’t help but feel for them! As antiquated and mom-like as I sound, I had this crazy urge to go up there are tell them “Don’t do something you will regret years later.” I couldn’t believe how changed I am as a person! I couldn’t (or the mom in me wouldn’t) let me take whatever was going on there for face value and leave it be.
The thing is:
Remember the time you were young and did things that you would now consider stupid. Well I do and maybe a few of my close friends do, but that’s about it. That’s where it ends. The mistakes of my youth don’t live online to haunt me forever.
25 years ago, we wouldn’t have imagined that we could type in someone’s name on our laptop and see images of what they are doing today. Maybe images of what they did two years ago, whether they vacationed in the Bahamas or if they held their baby for the very first time. What I am getting at is, these are personal things- intimate things that live online. Things that they put online and things that they don’t mind sharing. But the real question is this- how long before technology catches up with us and images that we didn’t want online in the first place have a way of finding us?
Imagine someone doing a background check for a job interview, or a guy you really like looking you up online and stumbling across a video of something you did years ago and something that bears no resemblance to who you are as a person right now. Even if you like the idea of being a freak in the bed and out of it, you don’t want every single person in the world to be privy to that knowledge. Heck! If women who get paid millions to bare it all might have regrets, I think going topless in public should definitely be given more consideration.
In my opinion some things in life should be sacrosanct. But then who am I to talk right? The younger people think that tweeting, texting, FBing and whatever else is the rage now is a norm. They live their lives much more publicly than my generation ever did or will be comfortable doing. I am not a behavioral psychologist or analyst studying the long term impacts of spring breaks. What do I know?
One thing I know for sure is this:
What happens in Vegas or Cabo or Cancun or wherever else does not stay in Vegas or Cabo or Cancun or wherever else anymore!