Art or Not….

Dear Reader,

As the old saying goes “… a place for everything and everything it it’s place”. It is this thought, that gave me hope, that websites would remain age appropriate. Yesterday, while wondering the Facebook network. Yes, I have returned to it but not as an active posting member. It’s just simpler to communicate with family and the few good friends I have. Anyway, I came across a page dedicated to “big butts”. Gasp you should. Now cultivate those images running through your mind and that is exactly the content you will find in that page. So, I did what anyone reasonable enough would do, and I reported that page, under “Nudity/Pornography”.  It took Facebook less than ten minutes to reply back.

In short the response was that this page would not be removed because it fell under “artful nudity”. In case I was stupid, they gave me examples in which they mentioned “Michael Angelo’s David”.

Now, you can imagine my jaw fell to the floor.

Before I continue, let me tell you as an adult, I don’t have a problem with nudity nor pornography, they serve a purpose. Yes, I also agree, that in some circles it’s considered art.

However, consider this: This network, is open to people as young as 13. I’ve also know people under 13, who fake their age to join. Like it’s hard right?

So imagine my surprise, when they dared to compare sexually suggestive photos of a women in barely there thongs to Michael Angelo’s David, and further more consider that acceptable. Now, I’m not surprised why millions are going to other networks such as Twitter.

Art is in the eye of the beholder, however, if what you consider art is best suited as the cover of a porn film/magizine. Then chances are, it’s not suited for the eyes of an under age child.

Blurring the line between pornography, sexually suggestive nudity and true art, cheapens the work of people like Michael Angelo, because last time I checked no man or for that matter no woman was having happy private time to the photos of Michael Angelo’s David.

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About claoclao

I am another soul that came into this world alone and shall inevitably leave said world the same way. It is not the beginning or the end of my life that matters, only the middle.

Posted on June 23, 2013, in Journal and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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