Sunday 19th May

I simply cannot understand how so many young people are only interested in trash, in artifice, in style over substance.  So many young women are almost unrecognizable, with false nails, false eyelashes, drawn on eyebrows, push-up bras and tons of slap on their faces.  And most of them look just like cheap trash, I wonder if after all that is actually the effect they are after.  Is that what is considered sexy these days?  And what about the boys, do they feel a sense of disappointment when the chicken fillets come out of the bras, when the eyelashes are peeled off, when the magic knickers are discarded and the real woman slips into the bed beside them.

Probably not, after all they have been brought up on a diet of cheap easily accessible porn where that is what women look like.  At least in our day we had never seen a naked woman before, or only a clumsily air-brushed blurry image in Health and Efficiency.  I can still remember the thrill of your fingers slipping under the waist band of a girls skirt and panties and encountering those first few strands of pubic hair, only to have to wait weeks before daring to let your fingers drift deeper.   Now of course no woman under thirty five has pubic hair at all, it is as if it has all been air-brushed away somehow.  The ideal now is that of a pre-pubescent girl with big tits – talk about the sexualisation of young girls, this is the infantilizing of grown women.

And in this world that is all about image, where does personality, character, intelligence even, count.  Or is it the fact that straight after sex both parties get straight back onto their mobile phones rather than find out if there is actually a person behind the façade, a brain behind those false eyelashes, a heart beating under those silicone tits, a human being beneath all of this artifice?