Sexy Reality

Think of a sexy uniform. If you're a man, you are stereotypically thinking of a nurse, a maid or an air hostess. If you're a woman, it might be a fireman, a mechanic or a builder. An initial analysis shows that men like women who do stuff for them, such as look after, clean or fetch drinks for them. Women like men who do dangerous jobs and get filthy doing them; maybe so they can clean them after.

However, the uniforms you are probably thinking are not the uniforms people actually wear doing that job. Chances are you're thinking of the sort of costume a strip-o-gram might wear, or what one might find at the back of Ann Summers.

In reality, nurses, maids and air hostesses don't wear dresses that only just cover their bum, so that when they bend down to pick up a needle, feather duster or napkin, they flaunt their red thong in your face like a baboon. Also in reality, firemen don't attend fires topless for very obvious reasons; they'd singe their chest hair. And chances are, if you're a woman lucky enough to have a mechanic or builder who works topless, you're unlucky enough to have a mechanic or builder who has larger breasts than you.

Armchair Activist

A few days ago I took a bump to the head. And by that, I mean I accidentally whacked my head against the wooden door frame of a shed, multiple times until it culminated in one final blow which made me cry and punch said shed in a fit of emotion. I'd say I suffered for about two days after. Partly because the top of my head was bruised in such a way that a gentle breeze hurt. Partly because my personality took a minor detour towards selflessly wanting to help thy neighbour.

I took to Twitter to vent my rage at how Twitter is being mistreated at present. Within 10 minutes I had signed an online petition, vowed to join a Twitter boycott and shared my activistic opinions regarding 'trolling' with my followers. All within half hour of waking up and hearing the news of journalist Caroline Criado-Perez being inundated with rape threats. I lost two followers.

Following the story from its beginnings last week, through to the time of writing, is incredibly interesting if you like studying the evolution of stories. Last week, this story was originally the successful campaign by Caroline Criado-Perez to get a female back on English tender. Then some men who obviously felt women were getting ideas above their station, decided to send rape threats to her. And then people complained. And more men sent rape and death threats to more high profile females on Twitter. Then, on July 31st, one man tweeted bomb threats to three female journalists. As understated as this sounds, it got VERY out of hand.