…Don’t get caught up in the details there. Just conceptualize it.
I’m wearing a Speedo in my backyard and tanning, within obvious full view of the neighbor’s large living room window. Is your reaction to do a double take, snicker, and maybe snap a photo and share it?
Now instead, envision a young woman in a bikini sunning herself in the nextdoor yard, within full view of your own living room window.
Implications on the obvious forfeiture of the reasonable expectation of privacy guidelines aside, is it wrong?
Or is it merely a yet another double-standard? Is it another scenario in which an action perceived to be unfair by a woman is sexist, yet its inverse is “just the way it is”? And any attempt to argue to the contrary results in the privilege discussion, thereby invalidating by contemporary social conventions the entire argument?
A few years back I attempted to find an answer to this broader question (in short, I didn’t):
But the criticism I received from my sister reminded me of this old dialog. In fact, the criticism I received actually made it a sexism issue–something that really wasn’t at the forefront of my mind at the time. I just thought it was funny. But my sister seems to have a giant chip on her shoulder in these matters, and all too easily either takes something out of context or re-interprets it for a different discussion. I’m usually pretty good at determining that ahead of time. Guess I was just feeling cantankerous myself. Must run in the family.
The original post probably isn’t worth the effort to revisit, but it’s good to know how very little progress we’ve made as a society in this field since then.
Also, I do snicker (every time–it’s a routine occurrence).
It’s a lot easier to cook when stuck at home. It’s also important to have recreational activities when stuck at home. And food, being a conduit to conversation and culture, remains the fundamental adhesive to familial continuity. There–I earned usage of the “Existentialism” tag for this post.
Note: all bread appearances were homemade. All veggies (excluding onions and garlic) were from the garden.
This post is, indirectly, the intended part 3 of the time period nostalgia review started here. It began under more positive times.
It was supposed to be my decade, in the idolized retro 1950’s way. I had finally achieved a rather decent salary, in fact putting me in the top 17% of Americans–not bad for an Ohio resident/History major. I have my house. I have my family. I have my car. I have my gardens. Possessions might not define the man, but they remain an integral variable in the equation of life’s material existence.
Yet the victory is bittersweet. Not all are so fortunate, and it dampers the elation to see so many of my contemporaries struggling.
Business closures will reduce consumer choice and consolidate markets. Schooling taught from home will hold a generation’s academics behind. Record unemployment will again permanently damage the lifelong earning potential for those impacted. Collapsing equity values will damage retirements.
It was not the hopeful predictions I had planned to write for this installment.
I found it somewhat difficult to find much information on these, aside from a few disjointed websites, but again, the consensus points to a five leaf clover granting both luck and wealth. I can always use an extra helping of both.