Sex top of the list in our ever hypocritical world
Ispent a great many hours during the past week thinking about sex. Alongside sex, I pondered sexuality, sexism, morality, the absurdity of political correctness and, of course, its venomous sibling, hypocrisy.
It began when I was accused (albeit gently) of sexism.
The circumstances were these: Some years ago, I had taken at face value the advice and conduct of a female professional.
As time passed, doubts entered my mind and I mentioned the matter to a male professional in the same field.
He asked why I had been so gullible and I said that the lady in question had exhibited a friendly manner and was good looking to boot. ‘That’ I was told ‘is sexist’. Should I be ashamed that I felt no guilt? The fact is that just about every advertisement that we see uses sex in some form or other to sell the product. I haven’t noticed that employers selecting staff to deal with the public seek out the most ill-favoured applicants.
So then we come to the imbecility displayed by the Liberal Democrat party over the accusations of sexism being bandied about among their ranks. What would resolve the problem? A simple apology on one side and a simple ‘okay, but please don’t behave that way in future’ on the other.
Next, we look at the club in the Lower High Street where,
‘The fact is that just about every advertisement that we see uses sex in some form or other to sell the product’
according to a large advertising sign outside, girls, nude but for a G string, dance provocatively (and legally) for any who will pay for the performance. Ignoring the shop further up the High Street, in whose window grotesque (purportedly sexy) items of lingerie and fancy dress are displayed for the amusement of all who pass, we sit on a bench and open last week’s Kentish Express. In it, we read an article about a tucked-away brothel having been raided.
Of course, the pillars of our community are horrified and outraged that such a business should be carried on unadvertised and unlicensed in dear old Ashford.
It’s an oddly hypocritical world, isn’t it, when sexual titillation and the promotion of indiscriminate lust can be legitimised and licensed, while a tucked-away brothel allowing for the private release of lust between consenting adults is criminalised.