And, in addition to normalizing the idea that women thought sex was FUN, they now could talk about enjoying it outside of the traditional confines of marriage. Feminism took on the form of sexual expression. It was bold, often brash and, at the time, necessary. This was the vanguard movement away from society’s support of women serving a role akin to male sexual property in an often lopsided understanding of their sexual “expectation”. To be a dutiful wife meant to be dutiful in the bedroom.
It was time to develop and nourish our own sexual identities.
But, I don’t think the idea of nourishing our own sexual identity was having a man stand behind you on stage and thrust his twenty year senior pelvis into your nude underwear simulating anal sex. Or, is it? Debatable. That’s why we’re talking about it.
When we get to the blurred lines (see what I did there?) of freedom of expression, it’s hard to draw a hard and fast line of what is expression and what is de-evolution. And, that’s what I want to talk about. The breakdown of our evolutionary track. The replacing of sexual progress with the more and more obscene and calling it expression. When I think of sexual disparity, I think of women being viewed as objects instead of equals. And, isn’t equality really what sexual freedom is all about.
I know that when I’m watching very young women display their bodies as a carnival ride, I don’t feel the equality. Perhaps it is because I’ve never seen a man on primetime television, meander on stage wearing next to nothing, grab his ankles while a woman pretends to penetrate him from behind. And, that sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Because it is. And, it would never be allowed to happen. But, when a woman does it, it’s sexual revolution. It’s freedom of expression. Wrong. It is self-supported sexual objectification and sister, we’ve worked too hard to let that slide.