But if we think about it, we know this just doesn’t make any sense. It’s time to stop nodding and smiling uncomfortably as we ignore the crazy feeling in our heads and admit that the emperor has no clothes.Many women today, whether they are fourteen or forty, seem to have forgotten that sexual power is only one, very specific kind of power. And what’s more, looking like a stripper or a Hooters waitress or a Playboy bunny is only one, very specific kind of sexual expression. Is it the one that turns us—or men—on the most? We would have to stop endlessly reenacting this one raunchy script in order to find out.We have to ask ourselves why we are so focused on silent girly-girls in G-strings faking lust. This is not a sign of progress, it’s a testament to what’s still missing from our understanding of human sexuality with all of its complexity and power. We are still so uneasy with the vicissitudes of sex we need to surround ourselves with caricatures of female hotness to safely conjure up the concept “sexy.”
