What do I feel about this? I say go for it. I can't hate on this chick. College girls get smutted out everyday. Dicks in their coochies. Dicks in their mouths. Dicks in their asses. Dicks just all around them, and this is for free. If home girl can make her doe off of it, then why not? Porn stars don't make that much their entire careers.I would also advise this very smart business woman to secure both book and porn DVD distribution deals.
She could clear another million or 2.
Just my opinion.
TAZ
PS. Now if only I could find a way to auction my dick on Ebay. Think I wouldn't when I would? And it don't need to be for6 million either. I'm good with a $100.00 bucks towards my LA plane ticket.
HOLLA
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Okay, so I guess I have been living under a rock for a while, because I would have to believe that this is my first time hearing about Natalie Dylan. Yeah, I would have to have been under a rock, because I'm sure the news media was beyond fascinated by the story of a young lady putting her virginity up for sale.The reasoning for the auction of her, ahem, gift was well intentioned, it seems--her sister worked for a short while as a prostitute in order to pay for school, and she's offering her virginity (at a price) to pay for graduate school. They always told me graduate school wasn't cheap.
The reasoning behind the auctioning is not what has me thinking. It's the fact that she is auctioning what is supposed to be looked at as a girl's most special of gifts. You know, it's that thing that you're supposed to give away, in a night full of passion and love; in moments laced with affection, you're supposed to come to your climax while in the arms of a big, strong man who will say "I love you" while he kisses your forehead and wakes you the next day to cuddle and make you breakfast.
But, how much of that is Hollywood fantasy and how much of that is reality?
Don't get me wrong--I think virginity is something special, and something that should be held onto until you meet someone very special to share it with, but how many of us are so wrapped up by what Hollywood and television and books and magazines tell us "love" is that we just "fall in love" with anyone we catch a couple butterflies for? And after we "fall in love," we have the "permission" to fall into something else, if you catch my drift.
So, after reading about Ms. Dylan and her auction, I find myself at an intellectual crossroads. What if Ms. Dylan is simply the face of the modern female, logically using what she has to get what she wants? What if the butterflies, love, and candlelit smoke and mirrors of the first-time fantasy are nothing more than the remnants of an old-fashioned way of thinking, ceasing to exist in front of our eyes?
Men stereotypically ache to rid themselves of their virginity. Maybe Ms. Dylan is simply a step smarter--she's not giving it away for free.
The reasoning behind the auctioning is not what has me thinking. It's the fact that she is auctioning what is supposed to be looked at as a girl's most special of gifts. You know, it's that thing that you're supposed to give away, in a night full of passion and love; in moments laced with affection, you're supposed to come to your climax while in the arms of a big, strong man who will say "I love you" while he kisses your forehead and wakes you the next day to cuddle and make you breakfast.
But, how much of that is Hollywood fantasy and how much of that is reality?
Don't get me wrong--I think virginity is something special, and something that should be held onto until you meet someone very special to share it with, but how many of us are so wrapped up by what Hollywood and television and books and magazines tell us "love" is that we just "fall in love" with anyone we catch a couple butterflies for? And after we "fall in love," we have the "permission" to fall into something else, if you catch my drift.
So, after reading about Ms. Dylan and her auction, I find myself at an intellectual crossroads. What if Ms. Dylan is simply the face of the modern female, logically using what she has to get what she wants? What if the butterflies, love, and candlelit smoke and mirrors of the first-time fantasy are nothing more than the remnants of an old-fashioned way of thinking, ceasing to exist in front of our eyes?
Men stereotypically ache to rid themselves of their virginity. Maybe Ms. Dylan is simply a step smarter--she's not giving it away for free.
