Why do many men comeout of their intimate encounters feeling more miserable than they did when they walked into them? What's the value of ditching the autopilot existence and adopting one of being present in the moment?
Late last week, I was listening to a debate on Radio 5 Live about whether lap dancing clubs, in particular, lead to the exploitation of women. As is often the case, the discussion then broadened, in this instance to "blame" all of the "ills" of society on the porn industry and the premature sexualisation of children.
It was an interesting piece with a feminist on one side deploring any exposure of women, saying how it leads onto other things, particularly the pervasiveness of porn in modern life.
On the other side of the debate was an ex-Bunny girl, who explained how she had been fully in control of her life and had felt empowered by her roll. What made it fascinating was how one person was speaking theoretically whilst the other had had first-hand experience.
Although it may seem as slightly aside from this discussion, a few days later the BBC News covered the sexualisation of children angle and highlighted the use of "explicit" images in advertising near to schools, whilst choosing to show pictures of ladies in swimwear!
Whilst I would never condone any sexualisation of children, to portray swimwear as "explicit" is surely absurd, is it not?! Queen Victoria may have been departed for 110 years, but Victorian attitudes still pervade society far and wide! I guess though, what counts as admiration of the feminine form to one, maybe "objectification" of women to another, or "explicit" to someone else.
