Cinderella Ate My Daughter is one of my favorite books of cultural and sexual criticism. In it, Peggy Orenstein laments how our culture naturally moves from such beauty-centered innocence as to such beauty-centered sluttiness as Take the phrase, sleeping around . It's sounds innocent enough. But the reality is something stark. To quote someone from college, that time of life when sexual partners often number in the double-digits for men and women, "I cannot recall ever rejecting an advance, and I know I never felt good afterward. On the contrary, I felt used and dirty, at once manipulative and manipulated. I hated my reputation; I hated the sex". It bothers me to see women objectified in this way. Any woman. I've discovered over the years that most men don't get it -- this notion of objectification . It was explained easily enough to me as a seven-year-old: Only treat women as you would your Grandmothe...
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