She Danced Naked

You imagined her naked, didn't you?

You haven't seen her.

You don't know what she was wearing.

You don't know what kind of dance she was doing.

You don't even know what music was playing.

All you had was a title.

And still, your mind immediately created an image.

That's interesting—not because of the girl, but because of us.

How quickly do we turn one provocative word into a complete story? How easily do we judge someone without knowing what actually happened?

Maybe the problem was never what she did.

Maybe the problem is how quickly we decided what we saw.