My new colleague and I were at work, looking through his Make magazine and talking about awesome MakerFaire printouts, when I noticed that a small section of a page had been clipped out. My colleague told me he’d snipped out the bikini girl because he wanted to share the magazine with his preteen son.
I thought for a second that he was putting me on — I’ve only been working here for a few months, and I don’t think I’ve (yet) complained about using over-sexualized female bodies to sell technology, but on the other hand, my feelings are pretty easily googled. But before I could ask, my colleague explained why he thought pictures of boobs are a poor choice to sell technology.
In North Carolina, I sometimes feel like I’m surrounded by perfectly nice people, with their strange and inexplicable customs of smalltalk and driving. Other times I miss Brooklyn like a breakup. It’s quite rare and really good to feel like I’m around my people.
Ironic that you associate that with Brooklyn; I associate it with evangelical Christians, many of whom I know from my years in rural Virginia. Give me a moment, and I can channel them and start expostulating on the moral difference between depictions of sex and depictions of violence in media.