On the surface, yes, we're quelling the desires of our twelve-year old selves. That's fair. If 17 years ago you told me that I could be scrolling through Tumblr blogs, finding Bayside's bustiest in her green one-piece
, I'd disregard that you're talking in space-lingo because Kelly in a bathing suit? I'm pretty positive those summer episodes of Saved by the Bell
invented erections for a whole generation, so obviously I'd be game. How about that pic of Kelly in a bra and suspenders?
Pretty attractive FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD, guys. Look at it this way: If someone sent you a picture of a fifteen-year-old in a bra that you did not know, you would immediately throw your computer in the garbage for fear that whoever spies on pedophiles was by chance monitoring your online activity (at your trial, the prosecution would refer to the countless times you referred to "cool stories" and calling people "bro" as evidence to your instabilty). Anyway, what I'm getting at is that at some point we all decided to ignore the fact that we're now adults and let ourselves be inundated with pictures of sexy fifteen year-olds.
Only one man is allowed to hold onto pics of Ms. Kapowski. That man, however, once owned a life-sized cardboard cutout of her likeness without her knowing.