The Sacred Art of Flashing: Now from the comfort of home
This may sound a touch out of left wing, but I've always reserved a slightly soft spot for the humble flasher. Obviously I'm not referring to those who wait around schoolyards and require serious therapy. But instead I'm raising up the sporting streaker, or the nuddy political protester, those who perform their acts of public nudity in an adult forum and only require moderate therapy. These are the people I'd like to have a good chat with over a beer and pick their brain.
It's a shame that Australia, it appears, dissagrees vehremently with me. Bodies are shameful inventions, to be covered up or banned from sporting venues, unless advertising dove soap or Coke. As such, everytime someone decides to share their birthday suit with the SCG, the television companies pull out to a long shot and burly security guards can relive their former rugby union glory; set loose on the happless naked individual.
Never was this culture more starkly highlighted than during the International Rules match in Dublin. I just happened to flick on to the correct channel last saturday to watch the program. In true Irish spirit, the half time replay was dominated not by the football, but by the four streakers who bared the freezing weather to warm the hearts of other patrons. The Irish commentator even offered to shout them a beer for making half time 'more interesting than normal'. What a guy!
It has recently come to my attention that streaking is no longer bound to our physical fleshy mortal realm. No, just like normal mail evolved into instanteous email, streaking has added the obligatory e prefix to make eflash. Online flashing! And why wouldn't it, you can have all the thrills of bearing all without even having to move from the couch!
The culprit is Flickr.com. I'm sure there are many but this is easily the most prolific of perpertrators. My brother in law is an exceptionally talented photographer, so he posts his photos on flickr. This has developed a grass root community much like Orble, of interested bi-standers and close friends, emailed each time he posts to quickly check out his work.
Friends add their contacts, new people add their ID for others to peruse. All above board. One girl however decides to become a friend on the site, posts a message requesting others look at her profile. Click away and POW, she's dashing across the SCG of your monitor bearing pearly whites.
All I can say is that I'm considerably more careful about who'se profile I click on now.
It's a shame that Australia, it appears, dissagrees vehremently with me. Bodies are shameful inventions, to be covered up or banned from sporting venues, unless advertising dove soap or Coke. As such, everytime someone decides to share their birthday suit with the SCG, the television companies pull out to a long shot and burly security guards can relive their former rugby union glory; set loose on the happless naked individual.
Never was this culture more starkly highlighted than during the International Rules match in Dublin. I just happened to flick on to the correct channel last saturday to watch the program. In true Irish spirit, the half time replay was dominated not by the football, but by the four streakers who bared the freezing weather to warm the hearts of other patrons. The Irish commentator even offered to shout them a beer for making half time 'more interesting than normal'. What a guy!
It has recently come to my attention that streaking is no longer bound to our physical fleshy mortal realm. No, just like normal mail evolved into instanteous email, streaking has added the obligatory e prefix to make eflash. Online flashing! And why wouldn't it, you can have all the thrills of bearing all without even having to move from the couch!
The culprit is Flickr.com. I'm sure there are many but this is easily the most prolific of perpertrators. My brother in law is an exceptionally talented photographer, so he posts his photos on flickr. This has developed a grass root community much like Orble, of interested bi-standers and close friends, emailed each time he posts to quickly check out his work.
Friends add their contacts, new people add their ID for others to peruse. All above board. One girl however decides to become a friend on the site, posts a message requesting others look at her profile. Click away and POW, she's dashing across the SCG of your monitor bearing pearly whites.
All I can say is that I'm considerably more careful about who'se profile I click on now.
