Sculptor said:
Just a curiousity:
What is sexy about a cartwheel?
As I understand it, something about open legs and taboo. And, yeah, there is an entire online pornography genre, running perhaps millions of photos and thousands of videos deep, dedicated to females (
ahem!) "accidentally" flashing while turning cartwheels.
The thing is that I'm pretty sure there have been many people who looked, perhaps merely out of reflex, over the years. The difference 'twixt then and now is the difference between shaking off the moment and seeking community to celebrate. The latter dramatically increases people's perceptions of importance.
I might liken it to a recurring tale; these days it isn't much of a problem, and not simply because I'm out of the closet, but the way it works is every once in a while, something indecent, sexy, or whatever else happens almost right in front of you, and your first instinct is to nudge whoever you're with, like:
Hey, see that?
Every once in a while, this can be embarrassing.
To wit, the six foot tall, proportionately balanced woman wearing a fleshtone lycra bodysuit? Yeah, that gets people's attention. And then it's like,
Oh, no Godiva today, but still, yeah, it's pretty inviting to the glance.
But then there are the occasions, and they are always embarrassing, when one nudges the other because, holy shit, look at that ass, in those shorts, and my God do you see the―
Oh ... she's, like, fourteen.
Whoops.
Embarrassing.
But, hey, you know, I'm pretty sure I could find a message board to nurse that guilt in; after all, if I put enough effort into it, I could probably devise an argument whereby
I am oppressed, because why else would a girl like that wear shorts like that unless she wants me to ... er ... ah ... right. Can I please not finish that sentence?
You learn, you know? And after a while―I don't know, maybe it's just sheer luck, I guess―it occurs to you that if that's how it goes, why would anyone dress like that? It becomes a question of my own priority:
Why would anyone dress like that? Well, what's it to me? Why would I notice?
After all, I could easily get used to a world with many, many more fleshtone lycra bodysuits, and nice asses in well-cut shorts, and skirts that are too short for our parents' sense of modesty. Because, you know, at the point you're swimming in it, it's not such a big deal.
To wit, the Slut Walk. We have a joke in my circles: "Sluts are good ...." And, you know, in one context I'll back that any day of the week, especially considering what counts as slutty these days. To the other, that only maintains the label and its negative associations. Still, though, I'd be willing to bet that those among the current progeny who see their favorite grandmother out on the Slut Walk will have a different view of sluts than, say, me.
And one day we'll be through this. She's a slut? Who cares, so am I.
When being a slut isn't a big deal, we'll all be better off.
As to cartwheels? Well, right. It's still a matter of priorities. And the same standards that denounce sluts also include the potential to make little girls turning cartwheels sexually stimulating.
And for the time being, this is what we want to do with human civilization.