MOPI (me) in a Nutshell

Since I am a judge on Blogger Idol this year, I am going to be getting a lot of new faces on this blog.

And for all of you who have been here for a few months and aren't generally impressed, I'm getting back into the game (slowly).  I'm still trying to find my groove after my dad's death, so please bear with me a little longer (and bare with me if you're hot).

I'll do my best to describe myself as briefly as possible.  With links.  If you want to dig deeper, clicky clicky.

I started this blog when I moved from California to Idaho.  With the move, I now experience 4 real seasons (snow! yay?), xenophobic mormons (who don't believe in dinosaurs) and rednecks galore.  The culture clash (combined with unemployment) lead to me starting this page.  It has evolved to a general humor blog, but I still make fun of Idaho as much as possible.

Things I blog about:

- Bikini bars and sex-starved Idahoans

- Mormons mormons mormons (search 'LDS' on this page and see how they're really closet sex-freaks)

- Taking ex-lax for the very first time

- I travel a lot for work.  When I get bored, this happens.  And this.

- I'm 900 miles from my kids.  I blog about them from time to time, but try to keep things mostly private for their sake.

- Funny laws in Idaho, and what happens when I try to break them.

- Oh, and I painted a picture with my penis once, and I may have masturbated my cat.  So there's that...

- And, of course, funny stories from work.

Feel free to dig around.  I also have a facebook page where I whore myself out

Like this, but without tits.  Cuz I'm a guy.  And I don't have moobs.

and keep the masses entertained.  If you like what you see, feel free to follow my shenanigans and let me entertain you.  Thanks for reading!

Ending 2011 With Freaky Mormons Looking for Sex

2011 is quickly coming to a close, and I'd like to end my first year as a blogger with a bang.

I thought long and hard, and then couldn't think of anything.

But then...

"Bang..."

"Long and Hard...."

Why not a sex-themed post?

After hours of searching around the internet, I found myself on the 'Casual Encounters' section on Craigslist.  I found an interesting post for an LDS couple looking for another LDS couple for some swinging and swapping:

I smirked.  And laughed.  And then searched for more LDS-themed sex post.  I found these...

Surprisingly there was a lot of 'm4m' posts, especially in the Salt Lake Market.  Penises galore.

(If you want to see them, go search for yourself)

I'm ending 2011 with a new-found respect for Mormons.  Seems like they can get their freak-on too... now if only they would quit it with their "holier than thou" attitude in public...

Happy 2012, everyone!

BYU Idaho Bans Skinny Jeans (But Doesn't) - Mormon Hipsters Cry Out in Protest

Skinny Jeans.  Form-fitting denim making hot girls hotter and hipster boys look weird.

And now, subject of another Mormon controversy.

Recently, BYU-Idaho in Rexburg has banned skinny jeans on their campus.

But they haven't.

But they have.

You see, all BYU students have to agree to an Honor Code that tells you how not to dress, how not to act, and what you're not allowed to do while attending their school.  If you break the Honor Code, you're out.  (Example:  BYU Basketball player has sex and gets suspended)

Some rules in the Honor Code include:

• Use Clean Language (...yeah, fucker...)
• Abstain from alcohol, tobacco, coffee, tea, and substance abuse  (TEA?)
• Live a chase and virtuous life (aka: NO SEX)
• Observe the Dress and Grooming Standards, which includes a ban on form fitting clothing and short skirts.

Posted at the BYU-I Campus

Form Fitting clothing?  Yep, that's skinny jeans.  So, in fact, they've always been a major no-no.

Once again, BYU is in the news because of their Honor Code.  It seems excessive, yes, but if you go to school there, you agree to those rules.

If you don't know what you're getting into, poor Mormon students, IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT.

(oops, I said 'damn...')

A few months ago, the BYU scandal was a major sports player getting in trouble for (GASP!) having sex.  Now, it's about skinny jeans being vulgar.  I give the major media outlets until February to jump on "STUDENT SUSPENDED FOR HAVING A STARBUCKS CUP IN CLASS" just to keep the Mormon taboo in the news.

To the outside world, these rules look silly.  And, in my opinion, they are.  Go to college and NOT have sex?  Men aren't allowed to have long hair?  Women aren't allowed to have more than one piercing in their ear?  TEA is banned?  TEA?

But these kids know what they're getting into when they enroll at BYU.  And they agree to these silly rules.  They, in essence, should know better.

Sadly, Mormon Hipsters everywhere are up in arms...

Poor mormon hipsters...

I painted a picture with my penis, and this is the result (warning: buttcheek sighting)

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a famous artist named Pricasso, and boasted "Well, if HE can do it, so can I."

I asked for ideas to paint, and the randomly selected subject was:  My Girlfriend.

I started with these materials...

Technically those are FINGER paints...

...and this photo for inspiration...

A candid of my girlfriend

I sketched out the basic layout I wanted, deciding the laptop was more of a distraction and could be left out of the painting (that, and I didn't know how much detail work I would be able to do with my "paint brush")

I started painting, and found out a few fun facts when using your penis as a paintbrush...

First off, the texture of the canvas is, well, interesting. Trying to find words is kind of difficult, actually.  The cold smoothness of the paint coupled with the dry coarseness of the canvas... well... yeah.  Interesting.

The penis also has a naturally 'broad' brush stroke.  You can fix this (and add more detail to the picture) by squeezing parts of it to a small tip, then dabbing the paint on a smaller surface.  When doing shadowing (hair, shoulder blades) this technique comes in handy.

Handy... trying to forgo the puns here, but it's hard... (gah! did it again!)

All in all, I think I did fairly well.  I changed the background a little, and couldn't quite capture all the curves I wanted to, but considering this is my first painting (AND WITH MY WANG, NO LESS) I'm pretty pleased.

At first, I wanted to hold an auction for the painting.  If I'm ever a world-famous blogger, this thing could be worth big bucks.  However, my gf likes it too much.  She wants it, and is considering framing it.

Maybe that means I'll have to do another one later, for sale to the public?

Oh... and you don't need to ask.  Like a good artist, I signed my work...

Can you guess HOW I signed it???

I await your harsh criticism.  Today, everyone gets to be an art critic!!

Dear Idaho

Dear Idaho -

Yes, you're a dentist.  Yes, you went through endless years of schooling, to call yourself an 'educated' man.  You bestow your opinions on everyone else, always assuming you're right, and arguing your stance until the other side gives up.

Well, Doctor:  When you say "I thought a farrier was when, you know, you have more than one gay dude, and one is farrier than another..." and you're totally serious?  I just lost a little respect for you.

Also, asking if racism still exists is laughable.  No, black people should not just "get over it and let it go."  If it were that simple, the issue would have been dropped long ago, but it's not.  Sorry.  For an educated man, you're more or less an idiot.

Dear Idaho Teens and Twenty-Somethings -

Yes, I know you're trying to separate yourself from your peers.  Identity is key in the 21st century, and you have to make sure to stand out from the herd.

But come on, leave the fedora in the 40's through 60's.  It died out for a reason, just like wearing a suit to work has died out for the majority of the nation.

We are no longer a generation that 'suits up' every day, unless your name is Barney Stinson.  The fedora looks great with a tailored suit, but not with a popped-collar polo.  You're not Indiana Jones, you're not Don Draper.  You're a douchebag, and you're trying to hard.

Hats are accessories.  If you don't know how to properly accessorize, you're going to fail when you put one of these on.  And, although we're not laughing in your face, I promise we are giggling inside.

Dear Medical Professionals of Idaho -

When going through med school, you did a lot of disgusting things.  You learned to put your morals aside and follow the hippocratic oath.  The human body is your playground, and your job is to keep that body well.

But why is it, that when a woman comes in for an infected mammary gland due to breast feeding, you get all flustered?  Do you treat her?  No.  Silly Mormon, you tell her that you don't feel comfortable looking at her breasts, and tell her to come back when a female doctor is on staff, thus letting the infection worsen because you can't look at a booby.  You might be compelled to, you know, touch it...

I'm sorry, and I know this goes for a lot of people in a lot of areas, but some people in Idaho are just plain dumb.  It surprises me how many of those dummies have "Dr." in front of their name, and let their personal beliefs influence their practice (something they were taught against in school).

Planking is SO 2010 - Presenting: Angry Birding

Did someone say Angry Birds?

Yes, I did.

And I'm about to make them even more popular.

How, you may ask?

Well, you see, I've decided to use these fine feathered friends in an attempt to be the new 'planking.'

Wait, what's planking??

Plank da police...

Planking is an internet phenomenon where people take pictures of themselves in precarious positions, laying as flat as a board (or plank, as it were...).

It became wildly popular, then became passe.  Planking resulted in owling and other copycat "person in a pose" pictures.

Well, now I present to you:  Angry Birding.

This is where a person commits an act of terrorism using angry birds.  For this example, I'm going to blow up the LDS Temple in Idaho Falls.

Why the mormons??   Hi, you must be new here...

I waited until the people visiting the temple was an absolute minimum.  I'm here to blow up a building, not the people.  Once thinned out, I pull out my bird of choice.

For maximum carnage, always use the black bird.

Especially against stone buildings.

I measured trajectory, calculated for wind conditions, and studied the best place to plant my bomb.  I only had one bird, so I had to be as efficient as possible.

One bird, one shot, one gigantic building.

You ready little guy?

The wind-up...

AND THE PITCH...

SUCCESS!!!

And with that, the Temple is no more.  I escaped with some minor scrapes and singes, but it was well worth the effort.

Next stop, California's Crystal Cathedral with a handful of blue birds.  Wish me luck!!

My Shitty Week in Salt Lake City

Don't get me wrong, I had fun this week in SLC.  The title of this post is to be taken literally.

It's about poop.

not completely related, but funny

While doing my exciting "Feed Me, Twitter" project, I ate a lot of exciting and rich foods.  Overall the experiment was a huge success, except for one large problem.

I was blocked up pretty bad.  To the point where I was in a little pain.

I had never been in a position to have to buy a laxative before, so this is new territory for me.  Luckily I'm near a Target, so I run over to get something to help.

Soooooo many choices...

I decide on an ex-lax product that has chocolate instead of pills or liquid.  I think "eating chocolate can't be too bad" so I buy the box and head back to my car.

I still haven't picked up dinner, so I'm reading the instructions at a red light.

"Take 1-2 pieces as needed, or daily for regular use."

I open the box.

It only has two bars in it.

What kind of a laxative box only comes with two pieces in it?  (look at the picture.  See '24?'  I didn't...)

So I unwrap a bar, shove it in my mouth, and chew on the nastiest piece of chocolate I've ever had.  "Wow, that's a lot of chocolate for just one dose" I think as I swallow...

After I park, I think about it some more.  I look at the front of the box, and see '24.'  I take out the other bar, and notice it has 12 little grooved pieces you're supposed to break apart.

I just had 12... and you're only supposed to have 1-2 at a time...

Oh crap.  Literally.

I pick up dinner, sweating a little.  This is going to be a bad night.  Worried, I go back to the hotel, eat dinner, and wait.

...nothing.

Watch some TV, nothing.

Get tired, and go to bed... nothing...

Maybe it was a false alarm?  Maybe I'll be ok?

And I was.

....until about 2am...

Hi, Twitter. What's For Dinner? #nomnomnom

I spend a lot of time on the road, thanks to my job.  I'm always looking for new and exciting places to eat.  Fast food gets boring quickly, and so do TV dinners or making sandwiches.

I like to eat out.

And if I'm in a new area, what better place to eat than a local place?

I started messing around twitter, and seeing if there were any business paying attention when I sent out my requests.  A few weeks ago when I was in Boise.  I tweeted "I'm in #Boise Idaho and looking for a great local place to eat.  Suggestions?"  and hit paydirt.

Chandlers Steakhouse saw my "I'm in Boise, I'm hungry, what do I do?" tweet and sent me a message.  I checked them out, and was completely impressed.   Now, if I want a great steak or am entertaining clients in Boise, Chandlers is my place to go.

Great job, twitter.  You found me a great place.

I'm in Utah this week, and wanted to put twitter to the test again.  Monday I was in Logan, and tweeted up.  A fellow blogger (and Logan resident) told me about a place in town called The Bluebird.

It's a quaint little restaurant / candy shoppe / soda fountain in downtown logan.  It's been around for nearly 100 years, and looks the part inside.  Service was fast and friendly, the food was excellent (gigantic Prime Rib plus all the extras for $9.99??  WHOA!) and I left happy.

At first I was a little worried.  I felt like the only one in the building not wearing a CTR ring or with 6 children.  But the Utah mormons aren't as kooky as the Eastern Idaho mormons.  People were friendly, laid back, and easy going.

(My theory of the 'crazies' being kicked out of Utah and pushed into Idaho still remains intact...)

Good job again, twitter.

Tuesday was Lunch in Layton, and a great Italian joint found me.  Today will be Spanish/American Fork for lunch, or Cottonwood Heights for dinner.  We'll see.

"What's for dinner, Twitter?" is a fun game to play.  If you're in an unfamiliar area and feel like rolling the dice with a tweet, I'd highly recommend it.  I haven't found a bad place yet.

Hipster Mustache, You Ain't Got Nothin On Me!

Spotted in Western Idaho:

Someone put a vinyl decal on the hood of their Caddy to give it a hipster mustache.

I LOVE IT.

It's an ugly ass car, but this makes it awesome.  I still wouldn't drive it, but hey.

There seem to be a lot of hipsters in Idaho.  In Eastern Idaho, they have to hide from religious persecution, but they're free to roam in Boise.

So, when in Rome...

If I can rock a brostache (remember THIS?)  I can rock the hipster stache, but I don't think I look ironic enough.  The plain t-shirt and the hotel room setting just isn't giving an "underground" vibe.

I tried putting on some Sleigh Bells and Broken Social Scene.

Nope.

The Decemberists aren't helping either.

...dammit...

Maybe I'm rocking the wrong hipster mustache?

Hold on a sec...

*grabs the sharpie*

Would you call this the Hitler or the Charlie Chaplin?  Hitler was underground when the Allied troops found him... is that hipster enough?

No?

Dammit...

Ok, goin a little crazy here.  I *CAN* do this.

Here we go... the pencil mustache you see in European bars.  I look French.  Or maybe Italian.

And, um, a little lop-sided.

One too many beers...

How's this?  Do I look indie enough?  Should I change the background to a coffee shop, with spoken poetry in the background?

I can do a haiku about my cat, and brood at a Hookah bar...

No?  Not buying it?

....shit.

Ok.  Fine.  I'm going balls-out now...

*grabs another beer*

...how's the unibrow workin for ya?

Maybe I should just leave the hipster vibe to the hipsters.

*this post was brought to you by Shock Top Ale... cuz I drink it... and it makes me do dumb things...*

Why I Envy Al Bundy

I remember growing up in the 80's and 90's.  One of my favorite shows was Married With Children.

The premise of the show was the life of Al Bundy, a shoe salesman who hated his life.  He was married to Peg, a redhead wife that specialized in driving her husband crazy.

He hated his job, he loathed his marriage and family, and we all pitied Al.

Fast forward to present time.  I'm in my 30's now, and I envy Al Bundy.

Why?

He owns his own house and car.  Too many people I know can barely get into apartments, let alone purchase their own house.  I'm currently renting as it is.  Al not only owns a house, but a 2-story house with a decent sized back yard and a spacious-enough garage that can be converted into a man cave.  Lucky bastard.

He has a stable job.  Sure, he's a shoe salesman and hates his career, but how many people in the 2010's wouldn't kill to be out of the unemployment line and working at a shoe store?  It's not a 6-figure income, but with unemployment rates as high as they are, you take what you can get.

He's married to a woman who likes sex.  For his kids to be as old as they are, Al should statistically be divorced and paying child support.  Instead, he's still married to the mother of his children, and mom (Peg) is still fairly hot.  And craves sex.  This rarely happens these days, so Al can be considered ahead of the curve.

He has disposable income.  Al is constantly in The Jiggly Room, MwC's resident strip club.  You don't go to a titty-bar unless you have some money to burn, right?  That, coupled with household repairs mean he's got dough.  It seemed like every other episode resulted in a broken window, appliances destroyed, or other accidents.  Yet, week in and week out, they all get fixed.  My girlfriend's car broke in 2009, and we couldn't afford to fix it until December 2010.  Al, can you spare some change?

Yes, 20 years ago we felt bad for Al Bundy.  The poor man had a mortgage, a wife with a sexual appetite, a loyal dog who loved him, a stable job, and a close circle of friends.  Now, in the 21st century?

He'd be living the dream.

Note:  This post was the winner of a Dude Write "Diamond Man Card" award, being the best post of the week in the Dude Write lineup.

Party in My Pants: Mothra Edition

Friday's work schedule included 926 miles over the course of 15 hours, just because I thought I was hot shit.  See an account in Northern Utah, see a chain in central Utah, then hop over to central Nevada to see my farthest (and probably biggest) single account.

All in a day's work...

I'm about to pull into my first store, and I noticed the khakis I were wearing had a few stains on them.  I don't know what happened or when, but I couldn't visit client's with a "look at me" spot...

I headed to Kohl's, bought a nice pair of slacks (woot for Labor Day sales) and headed out the door.  I found a Taco Bell to change in, and swapped pants.  FINALLY I could start my day.

I get into my car, and start heading back to my first account.... when I feel something funny... in my pants....

WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.........

My inner thigh is buzzing...

WRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.........

"HOLY SHIT!" I think... "Is this a spider?  Bee?  Moth?"  I start to freak.  And oh yeah, I'm driving...

I grab my crotch area where the buzzing is, and kill whatever was inside.  I hold on to dear life, just in case there is a stinger or poisonous fangs, and find a place to park.  In a panic, I jump out of the car, strip out of my pants (10am in a North Salt Lake parking lot, people) and see this:

Not only was a moth living in these slacks, it was HUGE.  I just lived through a rendition of "Mothra vs Godzilla" where the role of Godzilla was played by my penis.

And that's probably the only time you'll hear the words "godzilla" and "my penis" in the same sentence...

Fun times... and that was only the START of my day!  What a way to start...

Mormons are One Thing, But Jehovah's Witnesses???

I was visited the other day by a group of Jehovah's Witnesses.

Wait, visited isn't the right word....

I was aurally molested the other day by a group of Jehovah's Witnesses.

Since moving to Idaho, I have been immersed in LDS culture.  I have a few Mormon friends, and know a lot of crazy Mormon kooks (these are the ones I blog about...).  This town, from time to time, feels like it's ran by the LDS church.

But at the same time, if you tell them to back off, they will.  Jehovah's Witnesses, however, do not.

You see, the JW's believe there is no hell.  They believe in destruction for the wicked, not eternal damnation.  Therefore, they need to save your soul, lest you be destroyed.  And they have no problem telling you this...

Wearing your heart on your sleeve is one thing.  Shoving said sleeve down a person's throat is a bit much.  Maybe they should only have teens go door to door like the Mormons do?  You never see a teen foaming at the mouth about how "your heathenistic ways are a festering wound on God's love for you," do you?

The thing is, I was a JW for a short time in my youth.  My mom wanted to find religion, and was looking for a good "quick fix" church to belong to.  She was visited by the JW's one morning, drank their kool-aid, and all of a sudden mom proclaimed "That's it, we're Jehovah's Witnesses now.  Praise God..."

My brother and I were both under 10, so we did what mommy said.  Dad didn't want any part of it, so the three of us went to church, bible study, etc.

Months later, in mid October, we found out something chilling:  They don't let you celebrate Halloween...  I was pissed.

Later on, we found out you're not allowed to celebrate Christmas either.  They shun on sinful holidays like that, for some reason (pagan hoo-doo, or something...).  Mom let us mail letters to Santa anyway, and tried to hide it from the church.  However, one JW neighbor decided to read our outgoing mail, and showed up with Santa letters in hand, yelling and screaming at mom about how she was sending us into oblivion....

Needless to say, that didn't last long.  Don't fuck with a kid's Christmas.  The end.

So yeah, Mormons are kooky.  But Jehovah's Witnesses?  They freak me the fuck out.  They're just so.... intense...

Is it wrong to consider having a can of mace doorside, just in case they show up again??

Celebrity Look-alike's and Me

This past weekend, I went to the local gas station to fill up my tank and grab a 6pack of Shock Top Ale.  I was cooking mexican food, and a citrus-infused beer sounded good.

That cashier starts gushing... "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a famous celebrity?"

I smile.  I used to get this from time to time, and it always made me blush.  People would tell me I look like Tobey Maguire, and ask me if we were related.

Sometime's I'd fib and go "yeah, we're cousins..." but most time I'd be honest and say there's no relation.  I'd take it as a compliment, sometimes as a flirt, but either way it made me smile.

But this isn't who the cashier was comparing me to.  She had a hard time spitting it out, and was naming movies I haven't seen...

"He was in Accepted, did you see that?  No?  Hmmm...  Oh I know!  He's that luau waiter dude from Forgetting Sarah Marshall!"

So, I'm not Tobey anymore...

I'm Jonah Hill.

(which is better than "McLovin," but not by much...)

I don't weigh any more than I did 6 or 7 years ago (a little less, if anything...) but it seems to show a little more.  I'm working on that (I know, beer isn't the answer) but I don't see it.

First off, my hair isn't curly.  I would say that I keep my short n curly's in my pants, but I manscape (TMI).  I'm not sporting the 'fro like he is, and I can't peg myself as "The silly, lovable fat sidekick" like he is in a lot of movies.

But wait...

Jonah Hill has lost a lot of weight recently.

So am I more like '300lb Jonah' or closer to 'Jared from Subway 2.0 Jonah?'  Maybe somewhere in the middle?

I'm funny.  I'm extroverted.  I can flirt and charm my way out of a paper bag.  But am I the movie stereotype?

Am I Jonah Hill?  Chris Farley?  John Candy?

Am I the lovable chunker?  Because if I am, thank you, it's still a huge compliment, but I'd rather not be.

Back to the gym, I guess...

...and I thought I looked more like
a sexier, American Daniel Craig...

Idaho Men + Jailbait = Summon the Pedobear

I was at a local gym when I first noticed this problem.

It again popped up at a popular fast food chain...

Summer is here, so people are wearing less.  As I posted before when I talked about local men going bonkers for a bikini bar, the men in the town seem to be extra-sexually-charged.

And age isn't an issue.

Before I go any further, have you been properly introduced to Pedobear?  He's a popular/unpopular internet meme (depending on how you view him) that represents a pedophile bear.  He likes em young, and is always on the hunt for the next loli.

The reason pedobear is being featured on today's post is because I see pb flashing in men's eyes whenever a hot little 14-year-old is walking around in short shorts and a bikini top.

At the gym, there was a line of guys on the exercise bikes (including myself).  Two girls walk in, looking like sisters.  Big sis was maybe 19 or 20.  She was dressed to work out (yoga pants, loose shirt, headband, etc.).  Little sis was probably 13 or 14, and was dressed to get the boys attention (short terry-cloth shorts, tight skin-flaunting shirt, and makeup).  Big sis and lil sis both hit the treadmills, which are right in front of the exercise bikes.  Big sis started jogging and listening to music.  Lil sis bent over to tie her shoes.

The dudes on the bikes were in love.  Over half were staring, some were probably drooling.  And she knew EXACTLY what she was doing.

Later on, she started flirting with one of the guys while big sis kept jogging away.  When big sis finally noticed, she yelled at lil sis ("You're 13, dammit!") and at the guy ("You sick perv... I should have you arrested.")

Lil sis was furious.  She knew what she was doing, and thought it was ok...

And maybe 30 years ago it would have been ok (Idaho's age of consent used to be 14.  It's 16 now...)

The funny thing is that I thought big sis was cuter.  Guys didn't care, because they went for the one showing off her goods...

At the fast food restaurant, same basic story.  Group of girls, probably ranging from 12 to 15.  Short shorts, tight shirts (one in just a bikini top) and flirty as possible.  They sat at the table behind me, so I got to listen in on their whispers.

One ordered a frozen yogurt dessert and said to her friends "See that guy over there?  I'm about to make out with this McFlurry... let's see if I can drive him wild."  I went to refill my drink (and take a peek) and there she was, molesting that poor dessert.  She had some mad skillz for a teenager... like it wasn't her first rodeo.

To no surprise, the guy she targeted was staring.  He was probably in his late 20's, maybe early 30's.  And he was asking for trouble... I didn't stick around long enough to see if he tried anything, but I'm willing to bet he came over and asked for her number (and a whole lot more).

Why don't you take a seat...

With every yin there's a yang.  Pedobear's yang (and arch nemesis) is To Catch A Predator's very own Chris Hansen.  He would have a field day in this town, because of all the men looking for tail, and not caring whether or not said tail is old enough...

But then again, who's ultimately to blame here?  The dirty men who are attracted to these teens, or the teens who are sexing themselves up and are oh-so-willing participants to this game?

We're not talking about children being held captive here.  We're not talking about any "Slut-Walk" ish behavior or rape. We're talking about teens deliberately acting like sexual objects and the men who like it.

My thoughts are mixed.  Part of me thinks if they're old enough to dress in a sexual manner and make sexual advances, they shouldn't be surprised when men see them as sexual objects.

Some girls are ok with this.  Here are some statistics on teen sex:

• In 2009, 46% of high school students had sexual intercourse and 13.8% had four or more sex partners during their life.  Prior to the sexual activity, 21.6% drank alcohol or used drugs.  Only 38.9% used a condom. CDC
• In 2009, 34% of currently sexually active high school students did not use a condom during their last sexual intercourse. CDC
• Each year, approximately 19 million new STD infections occur, and almost half of them are among youth ages 15-24. CDC

Kids are having sex.  And not just with each other.  A lot of girls think they're "more mature" than boys their age, so they look for older men.

And older men like young girls.  Pick a porn site and look at their categories.  I bet there's a 'teen' section, and it's probably one of the more popular categories.  There are porn stars (over 18) who try to look as young as possible to cater to these demographics.  Pigtails, braces, bubblegum, innocence, etc.

I'm sure this can be taken to a broader scale than just Idaho, but it seems like Idaho men are more prone to any sexual advance they get, regardless of age.

So NBC:  To Catch a Predator, Idaho edition... what do you think?

More importantly, what do YOU think on this issue?  Is age just a number, or do the laws exist for a reason? Feel free to leave a comment (anonymously, if you like...)