One night a few days ago I was up late flipping through the channels, and I stumbled across the second episode of Love and Hip Hop – Atlanta. I have a general contempt for trashy reality tv shows, but this time I seemed to be caught off guard and I was instantly enthralled in the drama. All of the cursing and strife are nothing short of evil and I shouldn’t have watched it. I saw almost the entire episode but finally pulled myself away during the last few moments. But I wanted more. So I headed to Vh1.com for extra footage. I became a member of #teamMIMI and instantly hated joseline. I knew I had no business watching a show like this. As some one who’s been deceived into watching porn one too many times I know the steps necessary to walk down that slippery slope—watching shows filled with sexual innuendos is one of them. But I kept watching. I was able to pull myself away for a few days. While flipping through the channels I passed 42 up, and kept it moving. Then this afternoon I decided to cruse on by the website for episode three to see about joseline’s impending pregnancy. I watched this young woman cry and be abused by a man that treated her like one of his hoes. I was appalled. During one of her commentaries she talked about her background. How she ran away at 12 and began doing what she had to to make money. And I realized how much she was like myself. She is one of the girls that I want to dedicate my life helping. by sharing with them the love that God has for them. My desire to watch the show was vanquished. It reminded me of the time I watched a video of the behind the scenes life of a porn star. How they are beaten and raped and abused. That video was like an antidote for my porn addiction. I can’t watch/participate in another woman’s destruction.
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