True View

Published May 3, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Before I got all weird and tangential  because Walgreen’s rattled my cage by giving me a number and some evidence that may be part of my verbal proof that I am slogging my way up through the various levels of hell. In fact I’m so sort of convinced that I don’t really want to re read the Inferno, just in case I recognize anyone. There’s plenty of weird in my world without going out and looking for them.

I have been thinking about women’s roles, those that we take on and those that are given to us.  There are so many places I could go with this, so I’m just going to wander through a few things before I begin the next tome: Rachel Lloyd’s Girls Like Us.  I’m not at all sure I’m on the right path. So I’ll just keep going.

Why roles? Why write about anything at all? As a theatre person and playwright and just hell of a nice gal, I’m very interested in the way perspective and perception changes the given truth.  (And now those words have lost all meaning.) From the basic perusal of the book, I am assuming it’s about human trafficking. Taking that basic assumption I’m going to watch a Netflix documentary that I think has a similar theme. (And not just because it makes me feel ever so smart. )

I’m taking a look at “After Porn Ends.” It’s not necessarily human trafficking, but it does speak to the same themes, playing a role for some gain. It takes a look at what former porn stars are doing out in the “real” world.  I have no idea how I feel about this.  Everyone has their reasons for doing what they do.

They say,” Sex industry, porn industry trap”  They become reality stars, real estate agents, cooks, gardeners, activists.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to feel sorry for them or . . .One of the women, Houston, was told at an early age that she could make money with her body. She went from  winning bikini contests to being a porn star. I do feel a little sorry for her and how she clearly doesn’t get that she is used, she seems very matter of fact about having a labiaplasty to make herself more attractive, she encased, “The trimmings” in Lucite and auctioned them off.

I just heard my brain say, “That’s it . I’m outta here.”

I’m not really sure where this will lead, but before my brain completely clicks off,  the point I am trying to pursue is creating a perspective before the research. But who knows. I don’t think I’m any closer to the truth, but I’m very close to the stupid (World’s worse tutoring program)

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