Vacuosity

High Beams

So summer's here and the boobs are out.

It seems everywhere I look lately, all I'm seeing is partially exposed breasts. I don't believe it's because I'm looking. I don't entirely mind a discreet glimpse, but what does bother me is the fact I seem confronted daily with intimate views whether I want them or not. I shouldn't have to consciously look away all the time to avoid being the pig who stares at women's breasts. They're just always there.

I understand that women are happy to be able to shed some clothing, show a little skin. I get that. I like that. But do they not think about the bending over, the sitting down, the sitting next to? These are real life situations that need to be considered. Do women just not think about it, or do they not care?

I've finally had chance to get a sense of what it must be like for the guys who work with Amy. Lisa, one of the gang from Yield, reminds me a lot of her, especially in how she dresses: very funky, and very intentionally revealing. She's a smart lady, very good at what she does, but it annoys me that when you have to deal with her, you also have to cope with this constant blaring siren of sexuality. I know that's whole point, too, which also annoys me.

Such blatent exhibitionism is about only one thing: control. It is designed to manipulate or misdirect you. Sorry, I don't mean to rant about the evil Jezebels. I'm just saying that if you put something on display, you no longer retain control of the viewing rights.

posted by David @ 5:49 p.m.