The Truth About #FreeTheNipple

Ah yes, Free The Nipple. The very latest in first world non-issues that need to be debated for reasons unexplained.

 You know you've got bad fashion sense when half your clothes are on the floor and we can still tell.

You know you've got bad fashion sense when half your clothes are on the floor and we can still tell.

Before we begin I would like to formally apologize for being a straight white male that has an opinion on anything other than how best to apologize for being a straight white male.

Apology not accepted. Your very presence is disrupting the safe space we have built by not listening to people with different ideas
— Tumblr

The #FreeTheNipple campaign has been around for a while now and this might surprise you but I'm in two minds about the whole thing.

Some days I think to myself: Who gives a fuck if Sarah can't post her nipples on Instagram for a few extra likes? There's bigger shit to worry about.

Like learning a skill instead of posting your tits on Instagram for bodyscrub cash.

 If I could just get half an areola in this photo I'd be able to take on Intagram full time! - Sarah

If I could just get half an areola in this photo I'd be able to take on Intagram full time! - Sarah

Other days I look at #FreeTheNipple from a different perspective and realize I still don't give a fuck about it. But in another way.

If women want to flop out the funbags at a beach because it's 45 degrees, so what! Who are we to say no? Just don't complain to the rest of us when you discover the agony of sunburned nipples.

 

But no matter how many Tumblr posts, topless picnics and terrible naked Miley Cyrus selfies I see on the internet I keep coming back to the same thought.

Our bodies are different.

Is it really insane to acknowledge that?

Share, or don't.

- Lew