Sexting! It’s the latest teen scourge. Lock up your daughters! Or at least get them iPhones. You still can’t effing text a photo on an iPhone.
Sexting, you will be delighted to hear, is when a teenage girl sends, via mobile, an unclothed self-portrait to her boyfriend. Like all teenage boys, this boyfriend is made of sterling stuff. Within moments he forwards the picture to the whole school. The teenage girl then commits suicide because she is unable to cope with the torrent of contempt loosed upon her by her ghoulish little schoolmates.
As you know, girls are sex; when girls send naked pictures of themselves to boys, they merely participate in what the megatheopornocorporatocracy tells them comes naturally. They hit send, sneak out for a cig, and anticipate their just reward for an oppressor-appeasing job well done.
But you know how it is. The set-up is bogus from the gitgo. A woman’s social status is inexorably tied to the manner in which her sex is used by men. It’s impossible for her to express sexuality precisely right, because the sex class is not sovereign over itself. It’s subject to dudely whim. The expression of a woman’s sexuality is purely a matter of dudely interpretation.
Just like in the real world, in the high school world laws governing girls favor boys but are otherwise arbitrary, and are strictly enforced by the masses. You know what high school society can’t tolerate? A girl whose boyfriend exploits her by passing her image around around from cell phone to cell phone. That girl is a fucking slut, and the only thing to do — seriously, the angry mob’s hands are tied in this matter; their disciplinary action is carved in stone and dates back to Hammurabi — is to leave a bunch of cruel messages on her MySpace page.
If they don’t kill themselves first, teenage sexters can get busted for distributing child pornography. They’re sex offenders! Awesome.