Tim Worstall

Zoe Margolis goes to the Erotica Show:

And yet, everywhere one looked there were women. One could hardly avoid the tits and arses on display: on almost every stall were women dressed in little more than underwear, handing out leaflets, T-shirts or DVDs. But it was not the flesh on display that I found objectionable: it was the disproportionate amount of female nudity.

I’m straight. I like to have sex with men. I enjoy looking at naked men. I don’t think I am that unusual in my tastes, but at Erotica - as with the rest of the sex industry - I found myself feeling at odds with what was on offer.

"Where are all the men?" I found myself muttering as yet another young woman gyrated her hips and jiggled her breasts as she stood on a boat (promoting a porn site - of course). "Why are there no hot men doing the same?" The only men I could see were either paying visitors, or working alongside the half-naked women - but fully dressed. So I went in search of male nudity. I sought it out in the hope that perhaps, for once, as a consumer, I might be treated equally.

Does anyone else think that she’s becoming rather a one trick* pony? Getting into something of a rut**?

* Well, for a given meaning of trick, obviously.

** Bad pun, sorry.