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PAGE 3: AN ERA OF PORN CULTURE

Page 3 was the background wallpaper of an era of rancid sexism which saw Jimmy Savile and other entitled lechers help themselves to young women's bodies like they were peaches on a market stall. Page 3 didn't cause those crimes, but it helped create the permissive climate in which they took place.




"Some people think having large breasts makes a woman stupid. Actually, it's quite the opposite. A woman having large breasts makes men stupid." (Rita Rudner)

Fact: heterosexual men like to stare at breasts. Fact: the bigger the breasts, the more they stare. 
Over millennia, smart women have figured this out. 
That is why the Page 3 girl is a prominent feature of The Sun. She was a honey trap for male readers. 
The sudden - albeit temporary - disappearance of the topless model from the UK's bestselling newspaper (the images were still available behind a paywall on the website) was hailed as a victory for feminism, although not by glamour models like Jodie Marsh. The former Page 3 girl muddied the ethical waters, claiming on Twitter that "telling girls they shouldn't do Page 3 is not being a feminist; women should do whatever they want". Marsh said she loved doing Page 3: "It was good money, I felt powerful, I never felt exploited - in fact the opposite. I thought: 'Blimey, people are willing to pay to see my boobs.'" (baby, this is prostitution).
Picture the fastidious shudders of middle-class feminists at such shameless, slutty talk. When feminists speak about women being "empowered", they clearly don't have girlies like Marsh in mind.
Never underestimate the place of class in any British debate. Now think of all the powerless young women through history who have traded the assets Mother Nature gave them for social advancement, and that includes princesses as well as prostitutes. Look at the titled Tudor totty in the BBC's Wolf Hall, their breasts trussed up and offered like tremulous boiled eggs for male delectation: oeufs en coquette.
And I'm positive that Becky Sharp, the heroine of Vanity Fair, would have stripped off and taken Rupert Murdoch's shilling just as Katie Price did. Price, the artist formerly known as Jordan, parlayed her surgically enhanced 32FF promontory into a lucrative career as TV celebrity and bestselling novelist who never writes a word (I wish). In a satirical twist of which Thackeray would have been proud, Price built a €60m boob-based business and was hailed by The Guardian, that pious redoubt of knit-your-own-orgasms, as a feminist icon. Go figure.
So was the 'No More Page 3' campaign just a storm in a D-cup? A spoilsport group of "shrill" (feminists are always shrill, just as firemen are always burly) women complaining because they were bitter and jealous? Last week, Stephen Bayley, author of Woman as Design, took a charming, nostalgic stroll down Mammary Lane. He argued that Page 3 belonged to a British tradition of harmless, popular smut dating back to Chaucer's Wife of Bath. Getting the good-natured "winking-girly nudity" removed from The Sun was, he said, a victory for the "joyless and humourless".
Bayley's thesis makes perfect sense. Perfect, that is, unless you happen to have breasts. I'm not sure a man can ever truly understand what it's like to be sitting on the London Underground opposite a bloke who is checking out Page 3, then staring with frank interest at your boobs, then glancing back down again at bouncy Hayley from Hayling Island. It makes you feel deeply uncomfortable. I hate how it makes you feel.
No matter what you have achieved, no matter how well respected you are or how smartly dressed, at that moment on the Tube, you are Hayley from Hayling Island. You are a pair of boobs with a human being attached. I don't believe there is any equivalent experience for a man. Nothing that can so swiftly remind him that he is primarily a sexual being, there to be lusted after rather than valued for his character or his kindness or his intellect.
Nor do I agree that Page 3 was merely harmless fun. The first topless model appeared in The Sun in 1970, six years before those boys at school told me to get my tits out. Page 3 was the background wallpaper of an era of rancid sexism which saw Jimmy Savile and other entitled lechers help themselves to young women's bodies like they were peaches on a market stall. Page 3 didn't cause those crimes, but it helped create the permissive climate in which they took place.
The times are changing. Katie Price had breast-reduction surgery; so did Victoria Beckham in her quest to be taken seriously. Even Rupert Murdoch eventually concluded that Page 3 had become "old-fashioned". Certainly, at a time when your builder is likely to look at porn stars on Instagram during his tea-break, Hayley from Hayling Island starts to look as decorous and buttoned-up as a Jane Austen picnic on Box Hill. The fact that even primary schoolchildren have viewed hardcore porn on foreign websites in the past year is proof that a pair of inky nipples in a tabloid is no major cause for concern.
Still, as a parent, I'm glad that after 44 years the Page 3 Girl went - albeit briefly -to that great tanning salon in the sky. Even Bond Girls are called women these days and have careers, not bikinis.
I'm a feminist, though lacking neither humour nor breasts, and I want my 19-year-old to be judged by the contents of her heart, not the size of her bra. 
© Telegraph

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