On Instagram’s Plan To Ban The Game’s Peen-Print Pics And Why Thirst Doesn’t Look Good On Anyone
As with most things in life, people sure know how to run things into the ground.
I remember back in January when B.O.B. posted a picture of himself in his sweatpants, clearly forgoing underwear, showing off his penis to his Instagram followers, many who happen to be women. I’m not going to lie; I was impressed. And while he’s not the first to share a peen-print pic, his image, with the caption #eggplantfriday, set off a chain reaction that encouraged men, famous and broke ones alike, to share their junk on the social network. Soon after, some gentlemen took it to the next, next level, and started sharing images of their bare junk. And just like that, Instagram shut it all down.
The lesson? When you start doing too much, you ruin a good thing.
And that’s a lesson The Game probably needs to learn.
Sure, #eggplantfriday was banished into the nether regions of Instagram’s infamous hashtag pile, but Game wasn’t afraid to revive it. In fact, he’s never been shy about showing off his body and trying to entice his many female followers with his #FineN—aFriday posts. If you’ve seen those posts, then you already know that the hashtags he includes can be pretty explicit.
Anywho, he shared an image three weeks ago of himself in some tight blue boxers, which showed every inch and every detail of his business. The Internet went wild. The ladies had to fan themselves. And even the brand behind the boxers he wore saw a 500 percent increase in sales through the simple selfie.
And then The Game started feeling himself.
After that, his peen-print pics became a weekly thing, which he’s done three weeks straight, and now Instagram is fed up. I think I know why.
Remember those explicit hashtags I told you about? Well, that’s an understatement. They’re almost like soft-core porn with Game playing a phone sex operator. For each peen-print pic, there is a hashtag that says something like this, and I quote:
“#LickYourIndexAndMiddleFingers #Now TouchThatPearlTongueAndGoCounterClockwise”
Depending on what you like, such hashtags either turned you on or gave you a troll vibe. For me, I was turned off…and I couldn’t really figure out why. I mean, The Game is a very handsome man.
But Instagram was also turned off. According to TMZ, those behind the social network said they may shut down The Game’s account, just like they did Rihanna’s old one, if he keeps on posting his scandalous pictures with their sexually explicit captions. They don’t want another inappropriate movement of sorts to begin.
And instead of taking heed, The Game is actually irritated by such warnings. He posted this video and message on IG:
And he also told TMZ that he feels like he’s a victim of a cruel double standard. I mean, he is the self-proclaimed “DingALingKing.” Why is it that Kim Kardashian can show off her bare bottom (as she did after revealing her Paper spread last November and so many other times before), and he can’t post a few meat-print pics?
And that’s where he really lost me.
Out of all the causes to champion, you fight for the right to bear penis on social media?
Considering the many things men get away with in comparison to women, whether it’s the freedom to be sexually explorative, or in Game’s case, the freedom to be able to give the world a peek at your reproductive organs without someone calling you a whore, he’s just being petty.
And as someone just as petty, just like that, it hit me why his photos slowly lost his appeal in my eyes, and why I can’t agree with his grievances over Instagram’s alleged issue with his peen pics. It all reeks of thirst.
He’s not trying to show off his penis for the sake of some art. He just wants to get on IG once a week and get a thrill enticing women he’ll never meet. He wants to be your eye candy. Your personal porn star. In Tina’s words, “your private dancer.” He wants you to play with yourself to his images, and he makes a committed weekly effort to provide you with that stimulation. Some might call it sexy. Others might call it dedication. I call it thirst.
And that’s the reality of it all. Social media has not only brought out the worst in a lot of people, but it has also brought out the thirst. And anyone can be thirsty. Rich men like Game and just-making-it dudes like the guy I played in the band with who stays in his briefs talking about he’s looking for “real love.” Women as wealthy as Kim Kardashian as well as popular Instagram models can be thirsty. And yes, even you. When you set up thirst traps for people you claim are thirsty, you too are dying of thirst–in the form of attention. It doesn’t look good on men or women, young or old.
I’m all for images of transformed bodies and hard work paying off, but silent videos of you giving the world a front-row seat into the curves of your breasts? Images of you holding on to your penis while staring longingly in the mirror? Vines of folks intently twerking in booty shorts with their leg up on the bathroom toilet? When that becomes what you look forward to during the week and what you fight to share, the thirst is real.
And that’s why The Game needs to leave all this alone. Fighting for the right to take selfies in your undergarments kind of makes your forget that he’s supposed to be a rapper. That he has an actual talent to share. That he actually just released an album, which he’s not promoting in those peen pics. But alas, as my good friend put it, this is what happens “When you give a lame dude attention.” They start doing way too much and ruin what was once a really good-looking thing.