One of the most dismaying things – particularly as a father of a little girl – is how young women and teenagers dress like tramps today. Oh, I don’t mind it that much late at night, on Cinemax. In fact I don’t relish sounding like a prude, and that’s not really my point. What I do find interesting is the intersection of two kinds of feminism which cannot be sustained – at least not logically – during an age of slattern chic. First, there’s the sort of feminism which says that unwanted looks from men are demeaning and borderline harassment. The second sort of feminism says that women should own their sexuality, enjoy expressing themselves physically, relish being sexual creatures etc etc. Obviously, both kinds of feminism are tedious in their own ways. But they cannot be simultaneously operative. In airports, for example, I’m constantly seeing young women wearing sweatpants with “sexy” or “juicy” or, I dunno, “this space for rent” emblazoned across their butts. I use this example because it just seems inconceivable that you can put text across your posterior and then take offense when people look at it. I suppose these two worlds will finally collide for sure when such phrases are written in Braille.