Stand back and lock up your Wonderbras, because I’m leading the revolt against raunch culture. I know this because I read it in a newspaper so it must be true.
At first, I was flummoxed as to what I should wear to lead this revolt. Sensible shoes and a sandwich board? A t-shirt saying “Pole dancers be gone”? Or maybe just a very stern expression. That should do the trick.
It’s difficult to argue against anyone who claims to oppose the sexualisation of children. To do that, by definition you must be in favour of it, right? And what sicko is going to put their hand up to join that team?
However. While there are certainly aspects of pop culture that make me want to throw things, I’m reluctant to leap into bed with the anti-raunch movement or the anti-sexualisation brigade, let alone lead their charge.
And here’s why.
Lately, I’ve noticed that emotive labels like ‘child sexualisation’ are being used as a Trojan horse by extremely conservative or religious groups whose true intentions are to turn back the clock on all sorts of other things.
Things like sex education, access to contraception, information about sexual health and reproductive choices. Not only do I think this is naïve, dishonest and counter-productive, as you may have noticed, most of these issues have nothing to do with children. They relate to teens and young women. Very different.