- - Wednesday, February 14, 2018

ANALYSIS/OPINION:

Playboy magazine, now a relic in the legacy of its founder, Hugh Hefner, was not so long ago the sex educator of the young men of America. So pervasive was its influence that someone joked that “a generation of men, having learned about the female body from Playboy’s famous centerfolds, are astonished on their wedding nights to discover that their wives don’t come with staples in their navels.”

Pop Nudity was a rationed commodity when Hugh Hefner’s magazine made marketing sex almost legitimate, and made him a rich hedonist in silk pajamas and a dark green velvet jacket, surrounded by ladies dressed like bunnies with long ears and fluffy tails. The magazine was thought a little bit naughty.

Pop nudity now runs close to pop porn, easily accessible to anybody who wants to look, and sometimes women call the shots, arranging poses from behind the camera as well as in front of it. This is supposed to be the latest thing in female empowerment. Seductive bodies of gorgeous models are said to have the same militant heft and power as that of Wonder Woman, dispatching evil with a flick of a well-sculptured wrist.

The latest entry of arrogantly virtuous feminist pretense is a clutch of women posed naked to their nether regions in a spread in Sports Illustrated magazine’s Swimsuit Issue (it gets its own capital letters). This may look like the familiar soft-core objectification of female beauty, undressed for the smirks and grins of lascivious men, but that’s only because we don’t understand the latest definition of empowerment.

In the words between the pictures, a feature titled “In Her Own Words” offers up women with their naked bodies only with words, as if written by a felt-tip pen. This is truth spoken to power, or at least the power of the editors. The Swimsuit Issue is posed by women, directed by women and photographed by women. One model is dressed only in “Truth” written in all-capitals down her seductive side from bosom to buttock. The word is her power (or at least her allure). In this latest skirmish of the war between the sexes, women bare more than arms.

Evoking more nostalgia than power, looking at these nude models feels a lot like skinny dipping, but the editor in charge, one MJ Day (male-like initials only) calls it “a real opportunity [for the models] to be who they are.” It was conceived before Harvey Weinstein exploded on the scene, but she told Vanity Fair magazine that there’s a naked connection to the #MeToo” movement.

“It’s about allowing women to exist in the world without being harassed or judged regardless of how they like to present themselves,” she says. “That’s an underlying thread that exists throughout the Swimsuit Issue. You have Harvard graduates, you have billion-dollar moguls, philanthropists, teachers, mothers, you have a full range of women represented and not one of them failed because they wore a bikini.” We can be sure she’s right about that.

Palaver like this passes for power rhetoric these days because many women want to relate whatever they say to the #MeToo movement, eager to join a protected species. But it sure sounds like satire. Consider the fetching Robyn Lawley, a model without line, wrinkle or hair on her body, a signboard of perfect flesh, arrayed horizontally like Gulliver before the Lilliputians, bearing the message “nurturer,” “mother,” “human.” She says she wants to appeal to women with stretch marks, rolls, even cellulite. “We become so obsessed with our exterior message, we give no thoughts to what’s in our heads.”

Such confused attempts at conversation about women in the culture proliferate in public discussions. Brave women have successfully called out piggish men who abused them, verbally and physically, but distinctions are blurred for men as well as women. Paulina Porizkova, a model who wears TRUTH (all capitals again) on her naked body, observes that in the flesh business “you almost get offended if you did not get harassed.” Such an un-harassed woman might ask, “What is wrong with me?”

The confusion almost makes a body long for “Grandma Grundy,” the pious dowager of Victorian England who covered piano legs lest they inflame the libidos of passing men. Silly, of course, but no sillier than the editor of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue shilling for nudity as emancipating and empowering women in the #MeToo culture.

Liberation means many things to many women, but showing nude women in a sports magazine is hardly one of them. Better to watch the Olympics and look at those incredible women who aim for the gold.

Suzanne Fields is a columnist for The Washington Times and is nationally syndicated.

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