Evolution Hasn't Come That Far

Hello Blog Fans. So I have been on hiatus from writing because I thought that if I continued to post all of my deepest, sincerest (and often negative) views of love, men and sex, that I would actually be jinxing myself because a respectable man wouldn't want to be with someone who does this. Whatever! I have to be honest with myself and I thoroughly enjoy writing. I have also convinced myself that the kind of guy that I'd want to be with would realize this is for entertainment and would actually find it funny. That being said, I'm back in business.

So for today's topic: Society's Animalistic Obsession with Sex.

The picture you see to the left is real. It was taken on a NYC street with a camera phone outside of a 3 star restaurant across the street from a major urban university. Yes, your eyes aren't broken. The license plate reads "Sweet Pus." To begin, I can't imagine how someone at the Department of Motor Vehicles could have thought this message was rated G enough to put on the back of a car. Moreover, the owner of the vehicle is clearly not concerned with the image that he or she is projecting to the world, nor are they mindful that little children might repeat such obscenities. Tacky. Tasteless. Gross.

Let's just go with the assumption that the proud owner of this Jeep Cherokee is a man because to think that a woman would voluntarily announce to the world the sweetness of her personal mango is unthinkable.

Could you drive your mom around in a car that reads "SweetPus"? Or, how will your date perceive you upon noticing that you have broadcast your love of the female genitalia for the world to see? And what about your neighbors? Your employer? Clearly, your boys might get a kick of it (provided that they are just as juvenile and cavemen), but that's as far as it goes.

Currently the fee in New York State for personalized custom license plates is $68 to register, and an additional $50 per year, so there is actually a monetary cost to this kind of self-expression, beyond the social ramifications.

Marketing managers will be familiar with Maslow's "Hierarchy of Needs," in which sex is considered one of our most basic needs along with food, security and shelter (for reproductive purposes, not what you were thinking). Hence, the old euphemism, "Sex Sells." Because we all want it and need it, but announcing on a license plate?

That's just too much.