As A Father, If You’re Daughter Came To You To Say She Was Becoming A Porn Star, What Would You Do?


I just saw a statistic that said one-third of every stripper is working to put themselves through college and it go me to thinking about a conversation I recently had. About a month ago, my homeboy STL and I conversed about how we’d react if we found out either of our daughters was thinking about, or already had become a porn star. He said it’d be no biggy and that he’d accept her for who she was. I was a little more harsh. I mean, I’d love my daughter with everything in me, I’d never disown her or do anything along those lines, but I don’t know that I’d be all hunky dory with her becoming some sex object. Its bad enough that I wouldn’t let her date until she moved out, so to think that I’d let her be in some Bang Bros. 5 video is absolutely absurd.

To me guys and girls should be raised differently. Its the nature of the beast. No father wants his son to grow up without knowing how to talk and get with girls, and no father wants his daughter to be easier than a 1st grade reading level. That’s where the parenting comes in. You simply let your son go about his business until you see him struggling. Then you coach. With your daughter, you keep her away from the all-stars. She doesn’t need any elite high schoolers who are thinking about going pro sophomore year. We have enough teen pregnancies.

And I know what you’re thinking, Sports Reporter, if you’re talking your son into getting with girls and your daughter into denying them, how’s that work out? That’s the beauty of the beast. You’re teaching them the cycle of life. The art of the chase. The way it was way back when. I remember my grandmother telling me a story about how she wouldn’t go on a date with my grandfather. He’d keep asking and being polite, and gentlemanlike and she’d just keep putting the kibosh on it. She wasn’t having any of what he was selling. Until that one day. That one faithful day. He got the ok, they went on some dates, they eventually got married, and then they had 4 kids. Happily ever after. I think they were married for almost 40 years- give or take a few- until the day my grandfather passed away, and that was that. My grandmother never moved on. She was happy with him being her one and only, and she told me she’d see him and be with him again the day she died.

That’s how I want my daughter to be. None of this stripper/porn star bullshit. I don’t want a Tanner Mays or some mini Jenna Jameson. I’m not trying to have Google send me to some porn site on a day my wife’s being a bitch and not putting out, only to find my little princess being violated. Willingly. NOPE! I ain’t having it, people. I’d have to slit my wrists, swallow some arsenic and chug some bleach. And I don’t think that could kill me fast enough.

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