Boobs & Bunk
Meet Shelley Lubben, former stripper, porn star, prostitute. Now she’s a Christian crusader and first-class hypocrite.
You see, Shelley [shown left] believes that porn objectifies women as sex objects, yet she has no problem objectifying herself as one with her MAMMOTH FAKE BOOBS - which she proudly shares in nearly every public photo. Sorry Shelley, but you can’t have it both ways. Lose the chest balloons or shut your pie hole. And I’d rather you just shut up.
On a related note, how intellectually dishonest must one be to say that porn objectifies women (singling out women) as sex objects without recognizing that it objectifies men as well? And equally. I mean, what do you think those dudes are doing in those videos? Making potpourri? And what about gay porn? They’re all men, you moron. There’s not a single vagina in sight. Jesus fucking Christ, find a logical argument please.
Personally, I don’t think that porn objectifies anyone one. Objectification is something that an offended (or guilt-ridden) party infers. How about boxing? Does the sport objectify big, dumb, brawling meatheads? Does rocket science objectify bookish people and nerds?
But as for porn, it either objectifies all involved or it objectifies no one. And whether the participants entered the industry voluntarily or whether they were tricked or seduced or whatever is wholly irrelevant. While I agree that porn does seem to lure in troubled young girls, Shelley’s crusade is just an obfuscating excuse for not accepting personal accountability for what she chose to do earlier in life.
Lubben is intellectually damaged goods looking to wash her guilt (not her sins, as she argues) clean by saving others from her own mistakes and irreversible regrets that she just can’t get past.
Sour grapes and self-loathing anyone?
Take note of Ms. Lubben’s pictorial demonstration of how not to objectify oneself as a sex object [shown right]. Also notice the name of her Twitter profile photo (at the end of the URL). Admittedly, this is all quite harmless, but if this moron wants men who watch porn to respect women and not objectify them as sex objects, she’d further her cause to lead by example. But she won’t because at her Christian core she’s a hypocrite of the highest order. (Just for the record, I have absolutely no problem with fake boobs or any other surgically enhanced part. I’m just pointing out her I want to have my cake and eat it too duality.)
Check her out on Facebook. Trust me, her wall postings are pure entertainment. Her zombie-like incantations and photo comments are a spectacle to behold. If you keep repeating the same mantra over and over again, it eventually becomes your truth and reality.
To illustrate the depths of poor Shelley’s delusion, on her website you’ll find a picture of her posed in front of a moving train. This one particular shot captured an American flag on the rail car directly behind her.
Shelley’s predictable comment of the photo implies that this is not a coincidence, and that god had a hand in this most miraculous sign of his involvement in her life. But Shelley is too mind-numbingly stupid to realize that a country flag is not a holy symbol. And even if it were, why would an American flag be a sign of divine intervention? Would she see divinity in the flag of Cuba? I’m sure she’ll likely claim that the connection is found in her trip to Washington D.C. (to attend a rally of some sort). Well Shelley, there’s a Cuban embassy in D.C. too. And there are 50 stars on that flag, and not one of them is for the capital. I’m afraid that you’re just seeing what you want to see.
And in her comment Shelley asks, “What are the odds?”
Well, let’s see. There are at least 300 photos posted on your site, and no photo reveals any clear and patent sign of divine intervention. Well, Shell, I’d say that given your very subjective and open-ended interpretation of god’s involvement in your photo shoots, I’d say that the odds are about 1-in-300. Not terribly impressive, statistically-speaking.
Of course I can see what I want too. Here is Shelley with a halo and devil horns above her head…
And here you can see quiet plainly see that god wants Shelley to help porn, not destroy it…
And I can’t help but notice that halo, horns, and help all start with the letter H – just like HELL. Well slap my ass and call me Malachi! What are the odds?
Like all else that fuels Shelley’s delusion, the poor gal manufactures in her mind what is most comforting and that validates what she wants so desperately to be true. It’s her confirmation bias in play. This is what we call “counting the hits and ignoring the misses.” Read about it here.