Natasha Walter is duly outraged at our ‘culture’ where women aspire to be naked on the cover of a magazine. It’s rather depressing that stripping, lap-dancing, and being photographed in a ‘sexy’ pose is considered success. As mentioned in previous posts (Sexy,Sex, the media & personal freedom, and Down your throat) I struggle to understand why people who make millions, such as Britney Spears, feel the need to look like tarts. I appreciate they ‘needed’ to do it to begin with because the music and film industry has been overly sexualised, but now?
The problem I have with the ‘pornification’ of our ‘culture’ is that it takes the eroticism away. I don’t find the objectification of a man or a woman sexy. I feel more affinity with Fellini’s eroticism. He was all but a feminist, but knew a thing or two about sexual desire. The Cambridge student who poses half-naked for the student magazine allegedly to marry ‘beauty’ and ‘brains’, has none of either. It’s vulgar and empty. Our ‘culture’ is saturated with ugly images of a humanity that does not seek elevation or substance. It’s the triumph of the ephemeral devoid of any art and beauty.