Before we saw that girls these days don't plaster the walls of their room with pictures of dream dudes like they used to back when girls worried about being liked by boys and landing a boyfriend. Instead, the people on their walls are same-sex role models that will inspire them to act as smug and dismissive as possible toward the other girls at school, and perhaps the odd pretend-boyfriend who wouldn't assert his sexuality around her, just lavishing attention on her without expecting anything back.
Now let's take a look at the situation for guys' rooms. Have they too taken to displaying only same-sex role models? First, a brief reminder of what a red-blooded young dude's room might have looked like back in the day. The top pic is Jeff Spicoli's room, and the one below is a dorm room from 1996. I included the one from the mid-'90s to show how this babe-centered form of interior decoration was still hanging on then, if in decline.
Notice that you didn't need to buy posters in the good old days -- you could just rip the pages out of a nudie magazine. The same thing can be seen in Just One of the Guys, adorning the walls of the protagonist's teenage brother. The movie pokes fun at him as the kind of guy who is pasting up these nudie pics because he can't get the real thing in real life. And you don't see Jeff Spicoli cruising for babes that often, but hanging out with his buds most of the time.
But if it were a substitute for the real thing, then we should expect nudie pics to be covering the entire bedroom of the typical teenage guy today. Rather, it was a complement to getting the real thing -- a little something to excite the mind and keep it busy when you weren't actually out flirting with girls. And by displaying them in a relatively open manner -- as opposed to keeping them hidden somewhere -- it told your friends (and family) that you weren't ashamed of having a healthy libido. That was way before the feminazi takeover of American society had become complete.
Notice what else went along with the pictures-of-girls in the average guy's room. Alcohol and drug paraphernalia -- more out in the open for Jeff Spicoli, but a random teenager could have had the dancing Budweiser cans, a poster with the Budweiser swimsuit babes stretched out, and anything involving the mascots of underage substance use such as Spuds McKenzie or Joe Camel.
The scene on the bottom shows a couple of signs that have been removed from wherever they were put up by the local government. I'm not sure how common that was in the '80s, but I do remember that being a sought-after trophy in the mid-'90s. I think my brother had a "Ped X-ing" sign that he gradually defaced, hanging on his wall. Young people used to not worship authority like they do these days.
So what do teenage guys' rooms look like in the 21st century? Here are some examples of the common types I found while browsing around Google Images for "my room":
#1 shows the same scene as the #6 scene in the post on girls' rooms. Photographs that mostly involve hanging out with his same-sex peers, and probably the occasional female friend who he's semi-attracted to but never makes a move on.
#2 is the video game addict's room, where all the posters are of video game characters or in this case the cover sleeves from the games themselves. Lots of plush toys and action figures of video game characters too. And the odd "prop" like a giant key from some game I've probably never heard of, the sword and shield from the Legend of Zelda games, etc. Not a girl in sight.
There is a less common variation on the video game addict's room -- the anime nut's room. That guy is more likely to put up pictures of girls on his wall, but only if they're a cartoon, and only if they're in some ridiculously wacky or emo pose, to heighten the goofiness and deaden any sexiness that a picture of a girl might have given off.
#3 is the closest you'll find to an adolescent's room from the good old days. Yeah, most of those bands suck, but he's still got a few classics, plus he's wearing a Slayer shirt. And his tastes haven't gelled into place yet anyway, since he looks about 12 or 13.
Still -- where are all the babes on the wall? If he's too shy to buy a poster from Spencer's, he could still rip some pages out from the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Then again, how would he get his hands on a copy? His dad probably wouldn't have it (too offensive to the wife), and he couldn't buy it in person without triggering his awkwardness. Guys young and old are just paralyzed at the thought of letting their libido show in public these days, with the busybody feminazi foot soldiers always out on patrol.
#4 shows the sports fan's room that also would have been common back in the day. Yet, as with the little metal dude's room, where are the posters of cheerleaders, athlete babes, swimsuit models, and so on? They didn't always have to be the focus of the poster, of course, if you were worried that the "hot babe" poster would've made you look desperate. Just stick them in the background and put the main focus on the frat dog mascot:
Well, it looks like guys too have lost interest in interacting with the opposite sex. Unlike the girls' walls, though, which are meant to amplify her bitchiness or princess-iness, the guys' walls don't give off such an aloof or hostile vibe. They're more resigned vis-a-vis the birds and the bees, and are just biding their time until they become a doofus dad. In the meantime, they'll try to escape boredom by affiliating with guy teams of one form or another. Except for the video game addict and anime nut, who strike me as angry loner types.
The other day in the department building, somebody had left a copy of the new People magazine lying around, the one with Christie Brinkley on the cover. I took it to the office, wrote LUV ME in pen next to her (her vanity license plate from Vacation), and left it on the table in the main hallway that is ordinarily crusted over with boring brochures, forms, etc. The next day it had gone missing -- I hope because somebody found it funny, and not because the feminazis picked up the offense on their hidden security cameras.
I think that's the first steps we need to take to get out of this mess. Take a good cop / bad cop approach: some guys can put up not-so-offensive, yet still red-blooded babe posters, while others can draw obscene figures on public bathroom stalls, write BIG HAIRY PUSSY on the school bathroom's mirror, and so on. We don't have to cover every surface with girls, but even a little bit would go a long way toward making guys feel comfortable again about having a healthy sex drive. We need that after the witch hunters slandering the male libido as poisonous, polluting, harmful, violent, etc.
Irreverence is the best response to self-serious prudes.