“Heyyy…what r u wearing? Send me a sexy pic…plzzz lol ;)”
Collegiettes, take a second to gather your lost brain cells and look closely at the sentence above (if you can even call it a sentence…). No, it is not a typo. No, it is not a joke. No, it is not copied and pasted from some creepy internet chat room (I promise I don’t go in those…).
It is a text. An actual text that I received from a boy. Can you believe it? Well, probably. But would you believe that it is only one among the hundreds that I used to receive when I was only thirteen years old?
Today, seven years later, I still get these same texts (thankfully the spelling has improved a little bit). And though I tote around an iPhone instead of the pink RAZR I loved so much in middle school, I still feel the same way each time I get one. On one hand, I feel special and desirable. A little voice in my head says “Wow! I must be pretty damn hot if this guy wants a picture of me.”
But at the same time, I feel grossed out and insulted. Another little voice in my head has doubts: “Does he think I’m easy? Does he think I’ll just do whatever he asks? Ew, no way I’m sending it now…what a jerk!” The truth of the matter is that sometimes the former voice wins out, and sometimes the latter. I’m here to discuss how to handle both...
