I don’t even remember the last time I posted here. Oh, I could take a look at the lists of posts and figure it out that way, but that requires more effort, and I think we’ve established that I don’t want to do that.

Anyway, this is something that I’ve wanted to post about for at least a year, probably more, but for whatever reason (that reason being mostly “I’m lazy”) I haven’t got round to doing it. So, some time ago – and again, I could google it but see before re: I’m lazy – some hackers got into Apple’s iCloud service and found a whole bunch of pictures of celebrities, and released some of them – mostly the ones of them not wearing very much, or nothing at all.

The internet, being the internet, leapt upon the leak and called it The Fappening (which I actually thought was pretty good; I love a masturbation themed pun as much as the next man with the mental age of a 14 year old). It wasn’t like it was just a small number of photographs, either – more than 100 people had private pictures exposed to the world.

I have never looked at any of them.

Don’t get me wrong, I was sorely tempted. Pictures of Jennifer Lawrence wearing almost nothing? Hell, that should be right up my street. I’ve thought she is extremely hot since it was borderline inappropriate on The Bill Engvall Show (she was 17 at the beginning. Marginal, I know., but in my defence I felt *really* bad about it.). But…you know, the thing is…I felt kinda dirty (not in a good way) about the prospect of looking at something I’d not been given permission to. Especially something so personal and clearly intended to be private.

Sure, lots of actresses bare flesh on screen, or in glossy magazine photoshoots or whatever, but the important thing there is that they’ve given consent to have people see that. And that’s OK. I’m just pretty sure that Jennifer Lawrence doesn’t want me to look at *those* pictures of her, and if I had done anyway, that would be a violation of some sort. Believe me, though, I was tempted. It was 50/50 for a few days. But I feel glad that I didn’t.

It seems unlikely that I’d ever meet her, but if I ever did I’d like to think I’d be able to look her in the eye in the knowledge that I’d not been perched on a virtual tree outside her apartment with a pair of steamed up binoculars.

And it’s not as though I’d expect her to say “Oh, Chris, you’re so manly and clever and awesome and totally not a pervert, you should do me, right now”. Because that, again, seems somewhat unlikely. I guess I just wanted to be able to look at myself in the mirror and think “yeah, that’s a decent guy”. Hell, I’ve been a total asshole at times in the past, but I try not to be!