Baby take off your coat
And take off your shoes
I’ll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Stop it right here.
Don’t take off your dress.
Nobody outside of your doctor and your most intimate meaningful other wants to know what you look like underneath your dress. Or underneath your trousers. Definitely not while you’re doing [WARNING: nudity] Shakespeare in Central Park.
It was bad enough years ago when I took my family to see Julius Caesar on Broadway and Julius Caesar himself flashed the audience. It was unnecessary and ridiculous.
Now the whole Shakespearean cast drops trou. Pleez.
Irony-poor Spencer Tunick plans to have 100 naked women welcome Donald Trump at the RNC, as if The Donald would mind. The Kardashians, Madonna and hundreds of celebrities wallow in exhibitionism, including Jenner, who’ll be on the cover of Sports Illustrated wearing “nothing but an American flag and her Olympic medal,”
The thing is, Why does everyone think we want to see them naked?
If you ask that question, the PC crowd accuses you of body-shaming and slut-shaming, because you must accept unquestioningly someone imposing their gratuitous exhibitionism on you. If pressed, you should not point out that they don’t look good, instead, you should praise them for their “courage.”
I don’t know if this is part of a greater trend towards Rendering the Sexed Body Legally Invisible
The gross misappropriation of executive power on the part of the Obama administration to utterly remake the meaning of very basic legal terms—understood by Americans to yield particular meaning until May 2016—threatens not only our structure of government; it threatens the rule of law itself. This distortion of legal language is a particular threat to laws concerning women.
It may be.
But I think it is a more basic, simple need to call attention to oneself by appealing to prurient interest, which is a heck of a lot easier than attempting to elevating the quality of discourse, and much easier for the media to show.
So, please, any two year old can remove their clothes; it takes a grownup to dress appropriately for the occasion.
Be that grownup.
Fausta Rodriguez Wertz writes on U.S, and Latin American politics, news, and culture at Fausta’s Blog.