The Sarong Party Girl

It was the hottest news of the month. A teenager in Singapore stripped naked in her photos and gleefully posted them on her adult-themed blog. She was featured in a newspaper article last week with rave reviews. The old chaps interviewed were quick to express profound distaste of such behaviour; everyone had a say, and I was glad the majority of them were suitable for entry to heaven.

She thought the pictures had a tinge of artistic value in them. Nothing too wrong, she said. Except, don't let my parents know.

Why was she so afraid to let her parents know? Her reason was that she didn't want to hurt her parents' feelings. Did she think she could hide such a secret from them forever?, especially after the Straits Times, the most prominent newpaper in Singapore, told the whole world about it? There must be some goodness left in her for her to say such a thing. But for her to do such a thing, she needed to be such an absolute rebel.

She indicated to the reporter how she thought a stunt like that could bring her international fame and perhaps a book deal worth millions of dollars. In other words, she was telling us indirectly that selling sex works. True - she was right about that. Afterall, sex, in many aspects of life, is a real money-spinner. But she didn't realise her way of selling sex makes it a very flawed marketing venture. In marketing, we talk about product, place and promotion. She did the placing through blogging - hoping some famous writer would pounce upon her blog by sheer luck. She wrote about singaporean girls having sex-centred relationships with caucasian men - hardly anything new and she sounded too smart for her own good and age. The product herself was not worth a second look!

I pity this girl for having experienced such an inappropriate teenage life. Her mind was just so full of sex, nudity, shaft size, virginity and alike. Can a mind like that function properly in years to come? Can a tainted mind like this be tranformed to a virtuous self again? I guess not. A society without failures would be as dull as having a sea of only plain virtuous girls who treat themselves with respect and not let the devil possess their soul. She is a black dot in a spread of white. No one cares about the little black dot after a while.