Don't Show Your Breasts

 

It’s a nuisance, I know. You’d feel empowered and free, in the moment. You’d enjoy sharing that connection with another person that comes from sending a picture. And of course, you’re so certain that the person you’re sending it to will keep your picture secure, will never be careless with it, will never show it to anyone else, will never have a falling out with you, or if the two of you do have a falling out, will delete your pictures. Of course, you want that to be true. You presume, here and now, that it will be true. You can’t be certain that it will be true.

Remember that celebrities who can afford high-grade security on their images and their text files have had them stolen.

Even if you were to go the old-fashioned route, with hard copies, with Polaroids, those can be copied. Heck, they can be scanned on a printer and then boom, they’re on the Internet anyway.

In the fullness of time, this nonsense is going to run its course. There will come a day when every prominent woman in politics and the arts and letters has a bathroom selfie or a Mardi Gras photo or a beach shot, or if they don’t, they’ll have a deepfake that is so well done it’s difficult to plausibly deny. At that point, it really will be no big deal. Waving nude photos of someone will be a big so-what, and if they reflect badly on anyone, it will be on the clod who waves them around, just as it should be. But that day is not yet.

It’s a terrible shame, it’s a huge injustice, it absolutely shouldn’t be a big deal. I know all of that, but for the sake of your safety and peace of mind, I urge you most earnestly: don’t show your breasts.

 The Magic Eight-Ball says, "This isn't justice, it's just what is."

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