In case you hadn't heard, there was a minor Twitter kerfluffle in which one of the former stars of a Disney show sent a mostly nude selfie to a lady friend on Twitter, who then (shittily) released it to the world. (If you haven't heard, it's probably because - twist!! - this Disney star happens to be male)
However, he came back yesterday with this surprisingly well written and excellent reaction to his experience.
I figured I would write my thoughts on it all. After having a night to sleep on it and a day to reflect, I think there has been ample time to gather my thoughts while the encounter is still fresh.
First off, I will state that the reason I'm making light of the situation is because I don't think what I did was wrong. To be blunt, I was proud of my progress in the gym, thought I looked hot, and wanted to share it. I'm of the mindset that whoever you are, if you are proud of your body and want to show it off, so be it! You do you. There is an odd taboo with the human form (especially in the USA) and I don't particularly think its a good thing to teach people that you should "hide yourself" as something incredibly sacred. Blah blah blah, that's a medieval notion.
Secondly, the real problem here was not me sending my pictures to someone, but rather, sending them to the WRONG someone. The real travesty is a misplaced trust, and while I am certainly to blame for it, it is a shame that my private life was somehow forcibly dragged into the public's perception of me. What is wrong is that, generally I try to stay cool and collected with my prose and a role model for kids (maybe not anymore shamefully) and this seemingly inconsequential act will likely affect the youth's impression of me. Not only that, but I worry somewhat for my artistic integrity, and my academic integrity. Not exactly ideal, but I'm to blame and I'll look this incident in the eye like a man. I did it, but I'd be damned if I didn't own that shit like Beyonce would want me to.
Finally though, and I think that this is the most important part, because of this, I gained 200,000 followers on twitter, 40,000 followers on tumblr, and 20,000 followers on instagram…. It seems to me that the majority of people are actually praising this act as some sort of device to receive fame (or infamy). Why? I have no clue, I don't entirely condone it though. I'll make it clear my intent was for this not to happen, and how it has affected me so positively is an enigma to me that rings true of the human condition. Maybe people just like to see others mess up? I'm German by blood, so I feel you on that.
tl;dr? I was proud of myself and my progress since I was 14 and husky, I'm not proud of this incident's potential lasting effects on my academic and artistic integrity. But I'm making the best of it through humor and I'm getting this shirt made today:
Took time to think and process what was going on, and replied himself rather than through PR agents? Check.
Attempted to make a bigger statement on how we have fucked up ideas about the human body? Check
Managed to accept and take responsibility while refusing to feel shamed or shameful? Check
Threw a little shade at the people who seem to only be interested in him now for salacious reasons? Check
Sent a message of body pride and acceptance? Check
Referenced Beyonce? Check!!
You also can't see it here, but he reprinted the original photo in his blog post. I kind of dig that sort of "own it" mentality.
I'm calling good on this guy. (If anyone in the comments would like to take up whether or not he was only able to think about the event in this way and write this reply as a man, please do)
Here is a link to his blog directly. NSFW: Do not click if you do not want to see a mostly nude of the adorable little boy that was in Big Daddy.
OH GOD I JUST TYPED THE PHRASE "LITTLE BOY WHO WAS IN BIG DADDY" HEY THERE TO ALL THE GUYS SEARCHING FOR GAY PORN WHO ACCIDENTALLY ENDED UP HERE.