An Open Letter to Latter-Day Saints
This summer, I saw the same advertisement every time I was in the car. A big, towering billboard proclaiming:
Girls, Girls, Girls!
It also featured a leg adorned with fishnets and stilettos, and flashy letters spelled out "Gentlemen's Club".
Every day, I drove past this ad and many others like it. And every day, I couldn't help but look.
I'm not about to tell you how disgusted or offended I was, however, because I wasn't.
Who gets upset, anymore, when women are exploited and made into sex objects? Not me!
Who stops to cringe or avert their eyes when billboards cater to our lust for pleasure? Not me!
Who is bothered by the images we are spoon fed day in and day out by our media? You guessed it- not me!
I am not phased by the sexual images I see pop up online, in magazines, on TV, or even on a car ride. I am not personally offended when I see the word girls used in the same way one would advertise baby back ribs.
And that bugs me so bad.
Because it means I have started to believe the lie that I what I see every day doesn't affect me.
And being complacent, folks, is sometimes more dangerous than having an opinion.
I have no blueprints on how to get our culture to stop thriving on such a twisted market.
But I have a hunch that it starts with you. And me.
So I challenge you, today, to be bothered.
That's all. Carry on.