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The opposite of sexy

The opposite of sexy

The opposite of sexy

Maybe this is some kind of transitional phase en route to deciding that sex without repression is a sorry, Scandinavian business better left to men who can assemble Ikea tables while performing cunnilingus. Now, the issue isn't who is exploiting whom - everyone in the new genre is jovially consensual - but what the accumulation of words and images are doing to our national psyche. Could happen to anyone. Rotten show in one sense, but what about that body, that behind? Appalling a spectacle as it may have made, at least it had the decency to define itself as slapstick. If this is the case, it will have been worth it. No one could be turned on by Kylie in this incarnation. The naturist gloss assured us a that no one will mention blow jobs and b that the women will have droopy breasts. Did she know someone was watching? Naive as they sound, the tennis woman picture invites such questions. Only clearing the net by a couple of inches, Kylie plainly hasn't spent the day playing tennis. Unless you are one of the truly perverse minority who fancy Denise Van Outen, the show will leave you wanting a shower, not a handjob. Her racket is loose in her left hand and the all-over-sheen of her body suggests that she's spent longer being airbrushed in Photoshop than in the elements. How come she had no knickers on? Grannies refusing vibrators will be shipped off to Denise Van Outen for "correction" and anyone looking sour-faced will be forced to watch Dotcomedy until they lighten up. I had never seen a photograph of anyone naked - not counting the breastfeeding lady in The Miracle of Birth - which maybe explains my excitement at this first and as yet unsurpassed arse. She'd already shown me The Joy of Sex, so I presumed this must be "something" in this vein. So this word would have to describe those images that use sex as a reference point for reasons other than simple titillation. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. She's attractive - how could they have messed it up so badly? Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. Everything about the woman suggests that she has just played a point and nothing about it speaks of posing or premeditation - either on the part of the photographer, who has probably "got more than he bargained for", or on the part of the woman, who just happened to forget her knickers on the day of this crucial second-round decider. Watching our culture cavort like a rancid old ecstasy-addled queen I feel as I might if I caught sight of a dancing bear - not offended exactly, but saddened and convinced that any society that managed to incorporate that into the fabric of their everyday existence is no place to bring up children. At least their models look like people - and there's the point. The opposite of sexy



Only clearing the net by a couple of inches, Kylie plainly hasn't spent the day playing tennis. Could happen to anyone. GQ may not have the advantage of an audience unfamiliar with this kind of explicit material but still - you'd be better off with a decent Freeman's catalogue. What Kylie Minogue's remake of a famous Athena poster says about the state of our culture Tuesday 13 June The Guardian I first saw the Athena tennis woman on the door of my friend's parents' bedroom. It would give us a name for those programmes - like Channel 4's Something for the Weekend - where prurience is not an indication of any real commitment to corruption. If this is the case, it will have been worth it. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. When feminists made the distinction between porn and erotica, they didn't have this third form to contend with. She's attractive - how could they have messed it up so badly? Most of us, given the choice, would rather have sex with a person with a backside than with the backside on its own. How come she had no knickers on? None of the programmes condemned by the Mail as filth have anything to do with masturbation. Appalling a spectacle as it may have made, at least it had the decency to define itself as slapstick. Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. The Kama Sutra, perhaps, which I'd already seen round my uncle's. At least their models look like people - and there's the point. Watching our culture cavort like a rancid old ecstasy-addled queen I feel as I might if I caught sight of a dancing bear - not offended exactly, but saddened and convinced that any society that managed to incorporate that into the fabric of their everyday existence is no place to bring up children. The look on her face and the angle at which she's pulling - yes pulling - her dress up confirm that she is posing, not pausing. Maybe this is some kind of transitional phase en route to deciding that sex without repression is a sorry, Scandinavian business better left to men who can assemble Ikea tables while performing cunnilingus. Airbrush out her shadow, cover up the nape of her neck, deprive her of character and she might as well be mooning. You might say it was pornography - but, as I have suggested, porn, while it need not please everyone, at least has to excite someone. The success of "tennis woman" as a sexual image depends on her being present. Nobody told her, perhaps, that while her backside would be shot like a hospital slide, Kylie herself would cast no shadow. In the meantime, it's a sorry look out.

The opposite of sexy



Everything about the woman suggests that she has just played a point and nothing about it speaks of posing or premeditation - either on the part of the photographer, who has probably "got more than he bargained for", or on the part of the woman, who just happened to forget her knickers on the day of this crucial second-round decider. Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. It's hard to imagine anyone beating a path to their bedroom at the sight of this month's GQ magazine. Unless you are one of the truly perverse minority who fancy Denise Van Outen, the show will leave you wanting a shower, not a handjob. Grannies refusing vibrators will be shipped off to Denise Van Outen for "correction" and anyone looking sour-faced will be forced to watch Dotcomedy until they lighten up. Channel 5 is keen to locate its output within the great British tradition of saucy, slap and tickle humour - as if Naked Jungle is in some senses the progeny of Are You Being Served. Airbrush out her shadow, cover up the nape of her neck, deprive her of character and she might as well be mooning. The cover shot, a reworking of "tennis woman" featuring Kylie Minogue, is as sexless and glib as the original was playful and suggestive. When feminists made the distinction between porn and erotica, they didn't have this third form to contend with. However depressing it might be, a scene from Graham Norton which featured a German woman shooting ping pong balls from her vagina could not be said to be "intended to arouse sexual excitement" - the dictionary definition of porn. She'd already shown me The Joy of Sex, so I presumed this must be "something" in this vein. In the meantime, it's a sorry look out. Now that we have neither, we've lost our sexual bearings. The success of "tennis woman" as a sexual image depends on her being present. Spookily, on what is meant to be a summer's day, the pop star blocks no light. You might say it was pornography - but, as I have suggested, porn, while it need not please everyone, at least has to excite someone. We were drinking ice-cream cokes on the shag pile of their open-plan living space when she asked me to "come upstairs" and look at "something". At least Naked Jungle, the game show presented by Keith Chegwin wearing "nothing but a helmet - on his head! Did she know someone was watching? GQ may not have the advantage of an audience unfamiliar with this kind of explicit material but still - you'd be better off with a decent Freeman's catalogue.



































The opposite of sexy



So why is it so unsexy? None of the programmes condemned by the Mail as filth have anything to do with masturbation. Rotten show in one sense, but what about that body, that behind? Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. What Kylie Minogue's remake of a famous Athena poster says about the state of our culture Tuesday 13 June The Guardian I first saw the Athena tennis woman on the door of my friend's parents' bedroom. No one could be turned on by Kylie in this incarnation. Appalling a spectacle as it may have made, at least it had the decency to define itself as slapstick. It's hard to imagine anyone beating a path to their bedroom at the sight of this month's GQ magazine. No, it was sheer bad luck that the photographer happened to snap her in the one moment when she didn't look decent. Channel 5 is keen to locate its output within the great British tradition of saucy, slap and tickle humour - as if Naked Jungle is in some senses the progeny of Are You Being Served. Now that we have neither, we've lost our sexual bearings. Most of us, given the choice, would rather have sex with a person with a backside than with the backside on its own. Could happen to anyone. Recent articles The opposite of sexy Charlotte Raven on:

If this is the case, it will have been worth it. In those days, innuendo - the art of saying more than you're allowed to - relied upon repression and constraint. The success of "tennis woman" as a sexual image depends on her being present. So why is it so unsexy? Naive as they sound, the tennis woman picture invites such questions. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. When feminists made the distinction between porn and erotica, they didn't have this third form to contend with. None of the programmes condemned by the Mail as filth have anything to do with masturbation. So this word would have to describe those images that use sex as a reference point for reasons other than simple titillation. In the meantime, it's a sorry look out. At least their models look like people - and there's the point. The cover shot, a reworking of "tennis woman" featuring Kylie Minogue, is as sexless and glib as the original was playful and suggestive. How come she had no knickers on? The opposite of sexy



It would give us a name for those programmes - like Channel 4's Something for the Weekend - where prurience is not an indication of any real commitment to corruption. None of the programmes condemned by the Mail as filth have anything to do with masturbation. Nobody told her, perhaps, that while her backside would be shot like a hospital slide, Kylie herself would cast no shadow. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. Channel 5 is keen to locate its output within the great British tradition of saucy, slap and tickle humour - as if Naked Jungle is in some senses the progeny of Are You Being Served. Everything about the woman suggests that she has just played a point and nothing about it speaks of posing or premeditation - either on the part of the photographer, who has probably "got more than he bargained for", or on the part of the woman, who just happened to forget her knickers on the day of this crucial second-round decider. No, it was sheer bad luck that the photographer happened to snap her in the one moment when she didn't look decent. The cover shot, a reworking of "tennis woman" featuring Kylie Minogue, is as sexless and glib as the original was playful and suggestive. How come she had no knickers on? What Kylie Minogue's remake of a famous Athena poster says about the state of our culture Tuesday 13 June The Guardian I first saw the Athena tennis woman on the door of my friend's parents' bedroom. Airbrush out her shadow, cover up the nape of her neck, deprive her of character and she might as well be mooning. The look on her face and the angle at which she's pulling - yes pulling - her dress up confirm that she is posing, not pausing. GQ may not have the advantage of an audience unfamiliar with this kind of explicit material but still - you'd be better off with a decent Freeman's catalogue. Naive as they sound, the tennis woman picture invites such questions. When feminists made the distinction between porn and erotica, they didn't have this third form to contend with.

The opposite of sexy



Now, the issue isn't who is exploiting whom - everyone in the new genre is jovially consensual - but what the accumulation of words and images are doing to our national psyche. Nobody told her, perhaps, that while her backside would be shot like a hospital slide, Kylie herself would cast no shadow. Watching our culture cavort like a rancid old ecstasy-addled queen I feel as I might if I caught sight of a dancing bear - not offended exactly, but saddened and convinced that any society that managed to incorporate that into the fabric of their everyday existence is no place to bring up children. You might say it was pornography - but, as I have suggested, porn, while it need not please everyone, at least has to excite someone. Channel 5 is keen to locate its output within the great British tradition of saucy, slap and tickle humour - as if Naked Jungle is in some senses the progeny of Are You Being Served. Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. We were drinking ice-cream cokes on the shag pile of their open-plan living space when she asked me to "come upstairs" and look at "something". No, it was sheer bad luck that the photographer happened to snap her in the one moment when she didn't look decent. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. It would give us a name for those programmes - like Channel 4's Something for the Weekend - where prurience is not an indication of any real commitment to corruption. She'd already shown me The Joy of Sex, so I presumed this must be "something" in this vein.

The opposite of sexy



Everything about the woman suggests that she has just played a point and nothing about it speaks of posing or premeditation - either on the part of the photographer, who has probably "got more than he bargained for", or on the part of the woman, who just happened to forget her knickers on the day of this crucial second-round decider. So this word would have to describe those images that use sex as a reference point for reasons other than simple titillation. The present tide of filth will continue and those of us left wearing knickers will be mocked in the streets. Like Kylie's backside, they are flat commercial signifiers which promise "sauce" and deliver nothing of the sort. I mention all this because I am vaguely intrigued by the fact that no word is yet in existence to describe the Kylie picture. So why is it so unsexy? At least their models look like people - and there's the point. However depressing it might be, a scene from Graham Norton which featured a German woman shooting ping pong balls from her vagina could not be said to be "intended to arouse sexual excitement" - the dictionary definition of porn. When feminists made the distinction between porn and erotica, they didn't have this third form to contend with. We were drinking ice-cream cokes on the shag pile of their open-plan living space when she asked me to "come upstairs" and look at "something". At least Naked Jungle, the game show presented by Keith Chegwin wearing "nothing but a helmet - on his head! Appalling a spectacle as it may have made, at least it had the decency to define itself as slapstick. Channel 5 is keen to locate its output within the great British tradition of saucy, slap and tickle humour - as if Naked Jungle is in some senses the progeny of Are You Being Served. How come she had no knickers on? Recent articles The opposite of sexy Charlotte Raven on: Could happen to anyone. It's hard to imagine anyone beating a path to their bedroom at the sight of this month's GQ magazine. Spookily, on what is meant to be a summer's day, the pop star blocks no light. Most of us, given the choice, would rather have sex with a person with a backside than with the backside on its own. Now, the issue isn't who is exploiting whom - everyone in the new genre is jovially consensual - but what the accumulation of words and images are doing to our national psyche. Airbrush out her shadow, cover up the nape of her neck, deprive her of character and she might as well be mooning. If this is the case, it will have been worth it. Grannies refusing vibrators will be shipped off to Denise Van Outen for "correction" and anyone looking sour-faced will be forced to watch Dotcomedy until they lighten up. The Kama Sutra, perhaps, which I'd already seen round my uncle's. Naive as they sound, the tennis woman picture invites such questions. Nobody told her, perhaps, that while her backside would be shot like a hospital slide, Kylie herself would cast no shadow. She'd already shown me The Joy of Sex, so I presumed this must be "something" in this vein.

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  1. It's hard to imagine anyone beating a path to their bedroom at the sight of this month's GQ magazine. Airbrush out her shadow, cover up the nape of her neck, deprive her of character and she might as well be mooning. How come she had no knickers on?

  2. The naturist gloss assured us a that no one will mention blow jobs and b that the women will have droopy breasts. It's hard to imagine anyone beating a path to their bedroom at the sight of this month's GQ magazine.

  3. GQ may not have the advantage of an audience unfamiliar with this kind of explicit material but still - you'd be better off with a decent Freeman's catalogue. Maybe this is some kind of transitional phase en route to deciding that sex without repression is a sorry, Scandinavian business better left to men who can assemble Ikea tables while performing cunnilingus. The naturist gloss assured us a that no one will mention blow jobs and b that the women will have droopy breasts.

  4. Now that we have neither, we've lost our sexual bearings. At least Naked Jungle, the game show presented by Keith Chegwin wearing "nothing but a helmet - on his head!

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