I’ll be honest. I’m watching this “body count” trend spreading online like wildfire, and I feel sick. Maybe I’m older, maybe I’ve seen too much, but I can’t help but imagine what this will mean when our children grow up. Imagine sitting down with your daughter or son one day, and they ask you about your past. Not about your childhood, your dreams, or your struggles, but about how many partners you had. And imagine having to tell them that their father or mother was “number 19” because choice was “good” and fun was “better than commitment.”
It’s a Russian roulette. Every spin feels exciting, every pull of the trigger feels harmless, until one day, it explodes in someone’s life. That’s the thing about truth: it doesn’t stay buried. There is no privacy in the universe. What we do, who we choose, how we live, it all leaves an imprint, whether we like it or not.
So what exactly are we celebrating here? Sexual consumerism? The dissolution of what a union is meant to be? Because let’s be real: if we strip away the filters and the hashtags, that’s what it looks like. Disposable intimacy. People reduced to “counts” and “stats.” A market of bodies, instead of souls.
And for what? For the illusion of freedom? For a fleeting rush of validation? For an ego trip that eventually ends in loneliness?
I’ve been around long enough to see where this road leads. It stinks. It stinks because it’s not about liberation, it’s about emptiness dressed up as empowerment. Commitment has become the enemy, responsibility the villain, and loyalty some outdated joke. But without those, what do we actually have left? What foundation is there to build families on, to raise children on, to create stability in a world already unstable?
We like to pretend this is “progress,” but I don’t see it. I see a culture in decay. I see people gambling with their hearts and their futures, as if nothing matters. I see kids who will one day have to piece together broken definitions of love and family because their parents thought “more is more.”
Well, I disagree. More is not more. More is often less. More is often the void.
So here’s the point, straight: the body count trend is not harmless. It’s not funny. It’s not a sign of strength. It’s the symptom of a society too scared to commit, too distracted to go deep, too numb to remember what love is supposed to mean.
Maybe I’m older. Maybe I sound harsh. But maybe, just maybe, we need more people to call out the rot when they smell it. And this, my friends, stinks pretty bad.
