A house just sin’t a home until you’ve installed your Ken Dodd shrine in your engine room. Seriously. Some people think it’s the addition of an OWL in a BOX in the anti gravity chamber, but this is factually incorrect. Owl in box in gravity chamber=cosy, but not homely. When will you people learn?
This only strenghtens my belief than you should continue reading this blog for continued diktats about how to live your life. Right, I’m off, I need to clean the bog.
Love and light
Dear, sweet smelling shedders
Ladies, let me ask you a question (I’ll answer for you though). What did you want to be when you were a child, or a teenager? That might sound like a existential question, Foucault, but I’m asking about your career aspirations, your goals, your ideas…
Let me share mine, indulgently. That’s what having a blog is all about.
I wanted to be a teacher, a policewoman or a radiographer. Not all at once. Taking x rays would prove difficult in in front of a classroom jam packed with offenders. Standard aspirations though, I’m guessing. I’m sure many of you had similar aspirations, be it dentist, lawyer, a champion of human rights, a scientist or an author.
Well then, shed enthusiasts, let me update you on a worrying trend that has captured my attention. Whilst driving to my regular polo neck wearers meeting I noticed a mini with a playboy bunny motif on the reg plate. This is not the first time I have noticed such an abomination. It’s becoming an all too common occurrance.
Being a deep thinker, even beyond that of the French Philosophers of the Enlightenment (this one’s for you, Descartes!) I found myself thinking about the meaning of this. We all know that we choose motifs and emblems that in some way have a personal resonance, that speak of some value, commitment or principle that you hold dear. Or perhaps a motif to the world about the way in which you wish to be seen.
This stationary lends gravitas to any letter or essay.
So, what is it about playboy that young women aspire to? What values does this reflect about things that they hold dear? What can we assume is the personal resonance of the motif to the modern young lady, so much so that it would compel a young woman to seek out a personalised reg plate specifically with the bunny on?
Is it being seen purely as a sex object? Being subjugated? Being essentially a prostitute in a leotard? And when did it become OK for children to wear playboy watches and t-shirts? What parent in good conscience could ally buying their 10 year old daughter a playboy bed spread? “OOh, I hope this will help them be seen as a sexual object only”. When did the playboy bunny become something that we want to aspire to? When did the valuing of women on their sexual subjugation become de rigeur? Why can’t we celebrate scientists, poets, artists, lawyers, nurses rather than hookers?
If you work really hard and study for your exams, you might get to have sex with this man! Just think!
What next can young women look to for their dreams? Crystal Meth addicts, Smack addled street walkers, benefit cheats? Perhaps one day you can hope to order a reg plate with crossed syringes as an emblem or the logo of the local social services. Maybe just a crude drawing of a penis.
Until that day, I can only dream.
Call Antiques Roadshow!