Tuesday 3 May 2016
Sexy McSexface
I’ve been watching two TV series concurrently, “Vinyl” and
“Outlander”series 2, and there’s one thing they have in common. Well,
there are several things they have in common, including hairstyles. But
the main thing I’ve noticed is that when men want to get together to
have serious meetings, they go to a brothel or sex club.
OK, I know this is partly an excuse for the producers to get some sex on screen. Langourous pans across lots of flesh. A blow job here, a threesome there. Lots of fondling and simpering….but I wondered why it annoyed me so much.
First, I wondered – is it true? If one wanted to have secret meeting with Prince Charles (not the current one, the Bonnie Prince Charlie one), would one go to a brothel? Or if one was planning a big record deal in the 70s – let’s do it in a sex club! Did that happen?
I’m not a prude. I like sex as much as the next girl, and if people want to pay other people to pretend they enjoy having sex with them, that’s their business. But there’s something inherently repugnant about doing deals surrounded by rooting. Let alone the fact that no women are involved in these very important deals, apart from being flesh props. And simpering.
I tried to imagine what the female equivalent would be. A top secret meeting to fund a revolution, held in the middle of a black-and-white minstrel show, perhaps. Faux African slaves saying “yes’m” and eating watermelon. It’s just as offensive and old-fashioned as what’s portrayed those TV series.
"No one will listen to us here!"
OK, I know this is partly an excuse for the producers to get some sex on screen. Langourous pans across lots of flesh. A blow job here, a threesome there. Lots of fondling and simpering….but I wondered why it annoyed me so much.
First, I wondered – is it true? If one wanted to have secret meeting with Prince Charles (not the current one, the Bonnie Prince Charlie one), would one go to a brothel? Or if one was planning a big record deal in the 70s – let’s do it in a sex club! Did that happen?
I’m not a prude. I like sex as much as the next girl, and if people want to pay other people to pretend they enjoy having sex with them, that’s their business. But there’s something inherently repugnant about doing deals surrounded by rooting. Let alone the fact that no women are involved in these very important deals, apart from being flesh props. And simpering.
I tried to imagine what the female equivalent would be. A top secret meeting to fund a revolution, held in the middle of a black-and-white minstrel show, perhaps. Faux African slaves saying “yes’m” and eating watermelon. It’s just as offensive and old-fashioned as what’s portrayed those TV series.
"No one will listen to us here!"
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