STD Cards

STD Card

At the Apex of human degradation we have now officially eliminated all responsibility and human emotions concerned with sex. At the peak we now have decorative postcards (a selection of them mind you) that you can send to someone whose life you may have destroyed.

My favorite is the "You're too hot to be out of action."

I literally broke out laughing when I saw it. Too hot to be out of action? They've reduced the entire concept of being diagnosed with AIDS to some cheesy free birthday card you send to someone over the internet for the simple result of saving .37 cents in postage - and yet this is anonymous, even better!

Is this not consumerism at its worst? Have we not wrapped everything within the human existence to a mere package to be sold, bartered and traded? Think about the most intimate of human emotions and the consequences associated with those emotions - or don’t. We don’t have any consequences as of now considering all guilt can be thrown away through the simple task of sending an online anonymous postcard. Does anyone else see the complete irony in that? The irony of going through the most intimate of human emotions with someone else and the next day not even having the courtesy to spend .37 cents in postage, or even to sign your name to the card?

You have to read this second one as well:

"Going through my address book and you're on the list."

I can just image some brunette chick waking up in the morning, wearing nothing but a men’s dress shirt, and immediately going the refrigerator to pull out her morning Starbucks cappuccino in a bottle. Then, ever so casually, she walks over to the dining table where her Apple Laptop is so perfectly placed along side her Ipod, and plops herself down on the decorative designer chair. After taking a few sips on the cappuccino she logs on to inspotla.org to send her anonymous card. Thumbing through the ones she begins to think, "Well, don't know if the going through my address book and you're on the list is really what I want to say, after all it does make me look like a slut..."

She takes another sip in the most nonchalant way and immediately she hears the new ringtone she downloaded on her brand new Verizon LG cell phone.

"Hey girl...what’s up!?" she hears as she raises the phone to her ear.

"Nothin much...." is the groggy response that the voice on the other end receives as the Starbucks cappuccino hasn't set in yet.

"So how was that guy last night? I can't believe you scored him, tell me all about it, girl!"

The woman at the table continues to autonomously click through the pictures on the Apple Laptop. Tiredly she responds back, "Ya...I was just about to send him that STD card, can't really decide which one..."

"Was he amazing? Send him the 'Too hot for no action' one..." The girl on the other end of the phone obviously well traversed in the technique of sending various STD cards to dates she knew but only a day. Sometimes she would even find herself asking for the email address, the only line of communication she cared about, so that the next day she could send the card – she may have been a 21^st century girl, but even this girl had some responsibility.

"Ya, I saw that...though I'm not sure about it..." the brunette in the men’s designer dress shirt responds.

Then blindly, tired of the conversation and scenario, she picks one at random, enters the mans email hits send, and immediately closes the screen awaiting for the fresh new day that now lies before her.

@$%!ing unbelievable.