Swing low, Sweet Chariot!

I DON'T KNOW QUITE WHAT TO SAY. I love Dakota, I respect Dakota and for the first time her public behavior has left me, well speechless. I guess I somehow knew this day would come. I must be loosing touch with what is considered socially acceptable in America. Call me old fashioned, but I considered this unnecessary display of girl-flesh crass and tasteless.

“Dakota is a sexy girl.” These words and comments like them echo from the most recent blog files. Two months ago such an honest comment would have gotten you tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail. Does anyone really understand how ridiculously stupid and specious such comments really are? Please tell me what has suddenly changed in the last two months? Was Dakota a hideous and horrible slug two months ago who has suddenly transformed into a beautiful butterfly? Or are these people just some specious, disingenuous predatory cads who were waiting, cowering in the wings for Dakota to turn eighteen and so you could suddenly proclaim their pent up ephebophilic frustrations “normal” and they could feel less than sleazy than before.

Yeah, right, gotcha.

DAKOTA IS A BEAUTIFUL GIRL, A SEXY GIRL, SAY THE WORDS. TAKE A DEEP BREATH. FEBRUARY 23rd ABSOLVES YOU OF NOTHING. IT CHANGES NOTHING. YOUR LUST THAT WAS, STILL IS.

These days it seems that a public display of plumber's crack is now less of an unfortunate social faux pas more and more of a new-age fashion statement. This was clearly done as an exhibitionist stunt, “Look at me, I’m eighteen and I can dress like a slut.” Let’s show the world what a bohemian-free-wheeling-college-student I’ve become. My God, we can practically see to Glory! One does not stare into the face of the Gorgon and live. While I considered myself a refined admirer of the more classical aspects of the Dimples of Venus, this is too much. Please Dakota, put some clothes on!