Just for a moment, I stopped to glance over this piece in the WSJ today, headlined "The ‘Sex’ Effect: Empowering To Some, Trashy to Others."
I guess you’d have to put me in the "others" category. What I have to wonder about is how any rational adult with the slightest trace of maturity or propriety — or, to put it another way, anyone who has daughters — could see that program (now, I’m told, also a major motion picture) as anything but trashy. (Of course, I have trouble following the reasoning behind a lot of elements of feminism, and "Do-Me Feminism" makes the least sense of all.)
It’s hardly alone. On the rare occasions that I stumble across prime-time broadcast fare in recent years, I’ve run across programs — from "Friends" to the one with the two gay guys and the woman, the name of which escapes me at the moment — that seem to be largely devoted to sniggering about sex. (I once heard someone assert that Jennifer Aniston’s character, supposedly a girl-next-door sort, had 37 sexual partners during the course of the show. I took the speaker’s word for it, although perhaps he was wrong.)
But "Sex and the City" put the point right in the title. And nothing I have ever heard about the show has seemed to contradict the impression the title intentionally gives.
Mind you the point of the article that started me on this reflection was fashion, so it quickly lost me. But I got the gist — it was about whether or not trashy fashion was a good thing.
We live in a trash culture. We have for a long time. We live in a culture that fights against parents every moment in the never-ending battle to try to raise children who respect themselves and others.
That’s the way things are, and as near as I can tell, there are no compelling arguments for any alternative way of looking at it.
People don’t usually say this, because they’re afraid of being labeled prudes. To hell with that. The truth is staring us all in the face.