Ok, I see these stupid ads about 50,000,000,000 times a night when I am watching tv after 10 pm.
The question that comes to mind is: Are women really so willing to reveal their breasts to the general male public, and strangers, at the drop of a hat?
Granted most of the women in the ads are quite young, and very possibly intoxicated in some form or another, which would “make it easier” for them to flash their hooters, with less inhibition. Or is there simply no modesty anymore?
If women truly are so willing to show their wares,(unlikely) then I must be missing something. Is it really as easy as requesting “Show me your boobs?”
Depends on the atmosphere. At Mardi Gras, I was willing to flash my tits for the right price (the right set of beads). I was buzzed, on vacation, having a wonderful time, in a different city, ready to cut loose, and with a set of male friends who made me feel very safe. At Indy, another place where people did this (a LOT), I didn’t. I was the same age for both events (28 or 29) and with the same friends (and also buzzed at both). Mardi Gras just felt different.
Mebbe it’s stupid; I thought it was hilarious at the time. Me! Showing my tits! Haw haw! Who’d a thunk it? I suppose there were girls/women who feel that way, and others who really get a charge out of it for different reasons. When people used to run the Naked Mile here at Michigan, it was a totally different psychology (which I can’t quite put my finger on) but it wasn’t Bimbo-think.
Hm, I might be ON one of those tapes.
Of course, don’t get hopeful and think you can ask just anyone. Go to mardi gras or spring break or somewhere, and your prospects would be better. I never thought it was a particularly sexy view of someone’s breasts, but to each his own.
You know – I just saw something on this subject on TV last month. I don’t remember the show (I think it was on Burly Bear, which for some reason we got on our cable system until recently). They interviewed the producers of those Girls Gone Wild tapes and followed the camera guys around to see how they got their footage.
Apparently, there is more to it than just “Hey, we have video camera here…would you mind showing us your boobs?” They were in one of those spring break locations where the alcohol was flowing freely, and they were still having a hard time finding anyone willing to whip off her bikini for her 15 seconds of fame.
To solve this modesty problem, the producers hired professional strippers to go undercover (as it were) at a party and start dancing around and flahing their wares. Apparently this staged scene was enough to persuade several of the regular women (who were pretty toasted anyway) that stripping off their tops and dancing for a stranger with a camera was not a big deal. I was amazed at how well it worked.
But even with the sucessful mission they showed, the camera guys went to a ton of parties and bars and beaches and came back empty-handed. They seemed like the R-rated version of storm chasers.
A coupla’ years ago I went to South Padre for spring break and managed to party with some guys filming one of these things. Alot of it was just going to the same bars everyone was going to, for the life of me, I can not recall the name of the main one we went to, but I remember they had a stage set right on the water adn almost every night they had a bikini contest. Every one of these contests ended with the “Skin to win!” chant and skin at the least, kissing, groping and grinding as a semi-regular event.
True, there were some girls you would see at every competition, and in talking with them, I heard them say they would hit two or three a day, win the $100-$500 per and pay for their entire trip. Some stayed for weeks, working in teams, doing the kissy-kissy, gropy-gropy to make it to the finals. On any given stage of about 6-10 girls, 2 were the “pros,” the others were almost always spur-of-the-moment entrants.
Here’s something about the camera guys: they would get in free, shoot a few minutes here and there and drink all night on the house. Why, you ask? The club owners would ask them to tell people where they were going to be filming every night and sure enough, guys would come out, hearing the the film crews were going to be there, figuring that skin would be assured. Savvy business move for the club owners. Invite the camera crews, the crowds will follow.
On another board I frequent, this video came up. Basically, we decided that a “Guys gone wild” video would have to be of a different nature to be marketable. Guys without shirts is ok, most of the time but not that exciting, and sometimes downright scary.
<voice over> "Watch what happens when we turn the video camera over to these crazy guys! see the guys next door:
Asking for directions!
Washing the bathroom floor!
Putting down the toilet seat without being nagged to!
This could be just an UL, but I think I read somewhere that the people who make those Mardi Gras vids are no longer allowed to ask young ladies to bare all for some beads. If this is true, it might be because someone’s dad saw his lil’ pumpkin on the TV during one of those commercials, and the next thing you know someone’s getting sued. Something about taking advantage of besotted babes…
That is exactly the plot of a hilarious short film called Peep Show, or maybe it was one word. The penultimate one, where the woman put it $50 for her peep was rotf funny
I flashed mine last year at a biker rally for a free T-shirt. One of the Angels chapters had shirts and such for sale, and I bought one. They then said that I could have another one for free if I would put it on right then and there for them (they cut it off for me, too). IMAGINE my husband’s face when he saw me flashing them my stuff and putting on the free shirt. (fortunately, he is into that kind of thing)
It seemed like a good idea at the time!
They’re not worth jack sh*t in the real world, as far as I can tell. But while down there, they’re a sort of currency. Having a lot of beads around your neck, especially interesting ones, is sort of a statis thing while you’re down there, and you can trade them with other revelers for stuff.
I mean, hell, when is the last time adults got psyched about seeing a parade, fer chrissakes? But at Mardi Gras we’d drag ourselves out of our confy hangover-coccooning beds every time. I don’t think Wolfgang Puck is exactly banging down the door to Pat’s to get the Hurricane recipe, either. It’s a live-in-the-moment thing. It’s fun when you’re down there, but I don’t see anyone trying to get their beads appraised when they get back home to see if their plane ticket was paid off.
My friend went to Mardi Gras and brought back a billion beads it seemed like (as far as I know, her shirt stayed on though). My first reaction was “Hey! This is just the cheap plastic bead garland they sell in every craft shop around Christmas time for those little fake trees!” My second thought was “Should I ever go to Mardi Gras, I need to stock up around Christmas time and go down with a ready stock of beads.”
I am just a young girl. So maybe I don’t know everything. But I live in a town where everyone has beads in their cars (I did at a time, but because my mom gave them to me, because they were blue and matched the interior of the car)But most every other person gets them by flashing. I just think it’s stupid. It’s degrading. And I can’t even hang pretty beads in my car without people looking and thinking that i’m some freaky girl who will flash them in a second if they offer me a “lovely sting of beads” rolls eyes. This is solely my opinion. But I just don’t see what’s so great. And the whole thing is “but your drunk, and you can just let go and have fun.” I guess my problem starts with the fact that I just don’t like alcohol. I don’t like how it tastes, and I don’t like the feeling of “being free” Because i’m not THAT in control of my mind.
It’s just not cute to me. I live in a tourist town, and come spring break boobs are everywhere. It’s gross. Why some girls chose to act that way, I don’t know. I wouldn’t feel right about myself. Not to say that some of you women here are anything bad, I am no “good girl” myself. Just my opinion is acting like THAT is just stupid and gross.
That’s my $.02
And I’ll probably be really disagreed with, but that’s just how I feel. But I’m still a nice person.
I was at the HFSTEVIAL in DC over memorial day weekend and there were girls flashing the main camera so they could be on the big screen so I guess, Beer, plus fun= Girls Flashing tata’s
Then again, they are just boobs. No one is screwing donkeys on film for plastic beads. Women aren’t lining up to be videotaped while masturbating with exotic fruits and vegetables. True, boobs are seen as sexual but so are men’s chests and I’ve seen plenty of topless men cavorting at Mardi Gras. And at the beach. And on the street. They’re boobs, people–not priceless, sacred holy relics. I realize I’m probably in the minority on this but carry on.
Oh, I must disagree (as predicted). I worship boobs (one set specifically). They are far more holy and scared to me than some piece of a dead guy in some cathedral in Europe!
