So after 25 years and immediately feeling like an absolute pervert for watching the blue lagoon and loving it, i cant help but preparing to dive straight into : return to the blue lagoon.
and already knowing that this version will be more appropriate for our times, i cant help to wonder how that all went down. if im correct they started covering up cleavage in comics in the 40’s, as some kick start for the suffocating practice they called the postwar 50’s. then in the 60’s shit broke in half and the world was confused, dividing us into clothed and naked. the 70’s allowed us to finally all give in to the curious beast we had been pretending non existent for about 100 years and then from there on in we have gradually gotten to the point where networks spend 50k a week to post out too obvious nipples in (for a reason) tight blouses of power women and blurring out butt cracks showing out of low hanging jeans.
That said, i’m very happy that the younger generation does not seem to be bothered by it, that generation that seemed to have so far massively chosen to (if they could) vote for the PVV.
another one of those great parties that prove the incompetence of adults anyway, so maybe it’s all for the better.
Let’s all hide everything, vote retard and not give a fuck. That should put a damper on terrorism. be warned tho, that while writing i’m listening to the cramps and simon and garfunkel. A musical toy with dying batteries next to me. So in many ways, life doesnt get much better than this.