It was also a promotional media ad for the spicy channels from American paid cable, which was the most convenient at-home information delivery system at that time. Sure, netscape already existed, but it wasn't something everyone was really paying much attention towards.

Let's get back on track.

This video series was about 18 year old girls on college breaks that take the undergraduate educational experience as a birthright. The saddest reality is when you keep a keen eye on their intelligence, and they don't even remember the shit they learned last year. Most, if not all, their minds rely on fulfilling a criteria for a very simplistic and short-term cognitive performance examination, (which includes using a #2 pencil to precisely mark in a very specific section of a paper representation of runic intelligence) the ability to compose words on a keyboard with their fingers that her dad taught her to print, and reading off powerpoint slides that were invented by much better men than me. Moving on.

The point of this matter is that girls understand that their youth is the most critical period of their entire lifetime. And so capturing it on something as eternal as media is an inherent benefit while their lives continue down a spiral of self-destructive critical thinking; denying all personal responsibility for their behaviors due to simplistic and short-sighted cognitive performance evaluations, followed by inappropriate recourse. I am at an ivy league school and I fucking hate it when my fellow classmates are to be representatives of the future, and yet there are individuals who don't even pay attention to class by sleeping or shopping for boots on their laptops. A very good friend of mine, whom I initially pegged for very intelligent and able to speak two languages, admitted to me that her language abilities are only limited to CONVERSATIONAL matters. She can sing really well, though. But all she's good for to me is her vagina, and that's okay. She just isn't that special to want to have more, and in truth, most of these hot girls aren't. Moving on.

The result of this matter puts a spotlight on the certain category of females that us men choose to pay attention towards: The Sexually Attractive Female. And then it becomes like C++ and you have to define further classes of sexually attractive females and delete pointers (nexting), but I digress.

Girls Gone Wild exposed the very kind of sex appealing females we see at bars, clubs, and discos today (I haven't been to a disco, but I'm sure there are still cool people that did, and really know how to have a fucking great time). Majority of females see the appeal in having a time-locked digitized representations of their physical beauty as it decays. These are females who are....................

40 years old in our world

(Yes, it really has been that long).

But their short-sighted cognitive performance fails them with improper recourse and dysfunctional behavior. August Ames killed herself because she knew her sexuality was worth more than her very soul in this world after committing to virtual prostitution. That her mortal coil is but a shell for the electrolytic activity that is responsible for her physical manifestation in this reality. And she sees the happiness that many share instead of her. She sees the difference in how they look, and how she, herself looks, because us men notice this, and choose to share our resources to a variable degree because of sexual activity that only males and females can intimately share & abuse (properly or improperly). In other words, ugly girls don't get to choose who we think is ugly or not, and they have no choice but to feel left out of their own sexual desires. So the many who are left out (usually gluttonous with sugar too), band together, and form soulful relationships because they don't choose to participate in a physical beauty contest they believed to have lost from the start. This happens while the pretty girl gets to ride in our cars and suck our cocks because she did win the contest, but then later feels as if it wasn't worth winning in the first place.

So there you have it, a really long post that talked about many things, and yet somehow ties it to a historical relic from the spicy paid television series that was operated by Americans AND distributed nation-wide, in every home that owned a VHS player. With this evidence, we can see why society places such huge value in those bathroom mirror pictures that every pretty girl can take. Just always remember. There. Are. A. Lot. Of. Pretty. Girls. There will always be a lot. Isn't that wonderful guys? Isn't that just amazing? There are more than enough for each of us, and we can even share if everyone involved is okay with that. But right now I'm busy doing things where you all know me as that one dude who did that one thing really well one time, even though he was pretty terrible at it from the start. I wish fat girls would just get on board with this mentality so that there could be less of them for us to look at, but the ones I know and confront seem to respond with an "idk" response, followed by recollection of the personally devastating external events that led to a lot of ice cream and soda consumption. All I see is silly compensation. A guaranteed emotional reward with comfort in the event of unpredictable emotional discomfort, followed by a realization of a dependence towards this guaranteed emotional comfort, which concludes with self-perpetuated emotional discomfort. Sucks to silly, but it's not Ben's fault. Or Jerry's fault for that matter. No, it's the milk factories fault for cultivating and then immobilizing cows, jerking off their udders with automated systems, and then signing renewing contracts (guarantees) that are permissible in this economic real-o-sphere. This in reality governs national policy and the triple caramel chunk that exists in the frozen section of our local grocery sources. But wait...No, it's the policymaker's fault for being so stupid in the first place for allowing the fat health advisor to keep her day job so that she can keep depending on her triple caramel chunk to stop the tears. I think the feminist MO is rubbing off on me too much, so I'll stop that tangent here.

And so on and so forth does the internal blame game continue to shift as this particular example of a simple-minded human existence continues to reward herself with self-destructive behavior, in whatever shape or form we see today. Pretty girls and ugly girls, both do it in various ways. And yet, they will always be one and the same in the end.

So do yourself a favor by realizing that most pretty girls are doomed from the start. And that you have no choice but to stop being nice to them because the world is already so cruel; nothing you do will stop it unless you want to risk mania, psychosis, & neurosis. If you act nice to girls that you want to fuck, then an anticipatory ROI is placed on the chessboard of your interactions, and she sees this now. This shouldn't be taken as a need to act more mean. It is just that the one who truly appears to act completely indifferent about the small behaviors that are intended to elicit a manipulated response is the one who wins. This has to last throughout the relationship, or she gets bored and moves on to destroy her life again by trying to be a puppet master with her short-sighted cognitive performance inherited by her ancestral manifestations that led to her own creation. You must be the puppet master with your evolutionary advantage of detaching emotional responses with rational and reasonable thought. Even better if she's cool with that because you have convinced her that you are the best that she will ever have in her short window for securing lifetime happiness. Failure to do so can be devastating for both of you, but unless one continues to fail, how else will he succeed? Okay enough writing, I'm going to lift now. I was really sad that I did 8 windshield wipers a week ago, and then could only do 3 on Monday. I'm such a pussy for resorting to deadlifts as an excuse for failing, but I think I can do 10 today if I don't do it at the end of my session. Cmon guys, brag about your lifting. Good for you if you actually did what you say.

Conclusion. Preemptively approach a female with your phone's camera already set up for a video selfie. Every girl wants to demonstrate to the world about how kind and/or cool they are, which include the desire to be viewed as likable within a hidden audience that she is unaware of, nor really cares about. This creates an atmosphere of interest between the two of you because of her unknown evaluations of your desirable traits, which include social and financial capital. Ice broken, next legs open.

TL;DR: Humans have two forms: Male & Female. Females are against time, more so than males. Pixelated mirror representations in digital space are an easy way for her to time-lock herself because she is aware of her race against time in this reality. This is so valuable to them that many are willing to make irresponsible life decisions that are not taken with serious consideration for securing long-term value. This includes your penis in her vagina.

EDIT: I originally flaired this as culture, but I have come to realize it is a rant. Thank you for reading this garbage.