I’m comfortable with my sexuality, she said, gyrating to misogynistic tunes in a tight corset and stilettos, eyes darting, ever-hopeful of male attention although she had a live-in boyfriend.

I was thinking about this incident, which occurred at a feminist conference a few years ago, when I came upon Synaptic Cartography’s entry The Clothes Make a Woman that said exactly what I wanted to say, but far more eloquently:

I also grew up in a broader cultural climate where women’s value was not in their knowledge, their more spiritual offerings, or even in their beauty, but in their sex, their expression of their sex, their handing over of their sex. And it was sold as freedom…

Do read it in its entirety. It is, as always, beautifully and intelligently written.