Just watched the highlights for Time for Change on the box. Lots of female artists celebrating those campaigning for women's rights. And only one performer wasn't wearing an undisputedly, highly sexualised outfit. The opening sentence of the programme immediately after the concert confirmed all my misgivings. The documentary about Beyoncé introduced her as the hottest singer...blah blah blah, frankly. The first adjective was used by a man to sum up her sex appeal. YAWN. It's so tired it should be tested for M.E.
I reckon I can unequivocally state that both the apostle Paul and Germaine Greer would agree with me when I suggest that if you want to be taken seriously as someone fighting for the rights of women, dancing on a stage, wearing leather shorts with your butt hanging out, is not the best approach.
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