When our children and grandchildren look back at the Sun’s page 3 (for I have no doubt its days are numbered) they’ll see it in much the same way as we watch the casual sexism in Mad Men now. It will seem embarrassingly anachronistic. I know this because it is embarrassingly anachronistic now. It exists in an era where women build and fly planes, debate in the UN, run businesses and generally demonstrate that they are more than the sum of their parts. Page 3 is a relic of a bygone era, but it’s still here.
Sure women are more than the sum of their parts. Just as men are more than merely their dicks. But just as men still have dicks (and still think with them at times) so do women still have parts.
Parts that are specifically designed (hmm, evolution doesn’t do design but you know what I mean) to get men thinking with their dicks. There is no other explanation for the female breast.
That women do “build and fly planes, debate in the UN, run businesses” is just great. But quite why that means that we should stop being a mammalian, viviparous species, why we should stop acting like one, is a little beyond this bear of little brain. Nice wing line there! Super barrel roll, that speech was delish, stunning profit line: whoa! titties!
If that last were all that’s said then one could understand the ire. But it ain’t, is it?
And if women didn’t know this, and play to it, there’s be no explanation for the boob job, would there? And that’s not limited to the cosmetic type either: how often do you see the justification for reconstruction after cancer surgery and the like being “but it’s part of who I am as a woman”?
OK, if that’s true, and as a society we say that it is for the NHS pays for such out of our tax money, then in this society titties are indeed part of being a woman. So what the hell’s the problem with celebrating all aspects of humanity and femininity, not just some?