Day 143--- Gimme That T-Shirt!!!

I'm up late again flipping through the channels, guess who I ran into... If you guessed the subject's of my next blog, then you are correct. I personally cannot believe that it has taken me this long to write a post about the amazingness that is Girls Gone Wild... Well, here it is...

If you have ever braved the wee hours of the night/morning you have no doubt seen Joe Francis's cash cow, drunk whorish party girls... It probably fell somewhere in between the Party line Phone Sex commercial and some ab workout infomercial. Its the one that gently reminds you that some content is not suitable for children under 18... Well that's not fair, because I am pretty sure some of the girls on those videos fall into that category. At least that was the report from the dude who kept knocking Francis's soap out of his hand whilst he was in prison. But that's neither here nor there, allow me to briefly touch on the greatest business plan in the history of the world, and then I'll take a bit more time touching on the girls.

I would like to have been a fly on the wall when this dude decided to show up at a wild spring break bash with a video camera. For years I tried to do this and was immediately labeled the creepy guy. I realize now that my problem was the lack of the wonderful incentives. T-Shirts! Why didn't I think of that???? That was the piece of the puzzle that I was missing, I tried candy, I tried money, but all I needed to do was to hand out some lousy shirts and I would have been flying around in my own private jet by now. Oh, the world that we live in...

Enough about the business though, let's get to the girls... First off I have to admit as much as I love boobies these commercials actually make me a little uncomfortable/borderline sad. In half of them it seems as though they have lured the drunkest girl on the beach or at the bar away from her friends. They take her back to their RV and corner her until she complies with the shirt off policy they are running in there. I know most guys love the ease of a drunk girl, but to film the whole process just seems dirty and awkward to me...

Sure the girls sign a waiver and accept the shirt, but at that point they probably also had to be reminded their name. Maybe I just don't know the right girls, but the ones I know don't seem like they would be all that willing to birthday suit it up for free. I honestly wonder how many of these girls wake up the next day wearing a Girls Gone Wild shirt and don't remember where it came from. They may not ever remember, at least until they are up late one night and see their drunk asses bouncing on some bed in an RV with a censor mark over half of their body. You may say, "well look at porn, its the same thing", and to that I say, "I have,plenty , but porn is different, those girls are typically paid actors, who have consciously and soberly(ish) decided to be in the videos". I could be wrong though, all of the girls who've been in these videos may not be ashamed at all, they may be happy and or even proud to someday share their college/high school triumph with their future children. I am just thankful that they didn't have this type of thing when my mom was younger, I'd hate to be doing research on the computer and accidentally see something unfortunate. I would feel awful, almost as awful as I'd feel if one of my kids someday accidentally watches any Eddie Murphy movie made after 1999, tragic.

Those of you out there that are now labeling me old fashioned, I say nay, I am new fashioned, I am hip. I love black presidents, women doctors, and gay soldiers, I just feel awkward that we have a world that creates a millionaire out of a dude who sells videos of drunk girls stripping, this stuff should be free on the Internet. I feel like if I had more male readers this post would actually cause a stir, cause I'm sure something like 1 out of 5 guys has a GGW on his DVD shelf, but since I believe the majority of you are females I am hoping at least you guys agree with me. I am not placing all the blame on the creator of GGW, and I am not taking all of the blame away from the drunk trashy girls. I guess I have just decided to point two fingers instead of one. Or maybe the truth is that I just want these temptations off of my TV because my credit card is already at its limit... I guess you will never know.

Imagine how much fun I am going to have searching for this post's picture...