June 28, 2009

I went shopping with Jordan yesterday.  I don’t particularly like shopping.  I don’t go “just to look”.  There really has to be a reason.  Yesterday’s reason was to get the boy clothes for the summer.  He’s now wearing trousers made for the small adult. 

Another reason was to take that expensive pencil I bought in December back to the Pen Shop in Princes Square.  It has a blockage and I couldn’t fix it myself.  I thought they might just replace it, but as the lady behind the counter said, If your car breaks down they don’t just give you a new one!  So it goes off to the manufacturer to be pulled apart and reassembled.  It’s still within guarantee, but it does seem rather a palaver for a pencil. 

Anyway, while we were driving towards the car park we saw a Moslem woman standing at a bus stop on Cathedral Street totally covered head-to-foot, with only a narrow slit for the eyes.  Uncharacteristically (for he is not a curious boy) Jordan asked why she was dressed thus.  I explained that she must be a very strict Moslem and went on to talk about the concept of modesty and how different cultures and different religions have different ideas of what constitutes modesty.  It’s not that we in the West have no concept of modesty at all; just that our concept is different from some Moslems.  I explained that personally I would be upset if his sister dressed in the way that some girls do, for my concept of modesty prefers not too much flesh being on show.  Later, we did pass some girls with an awful lot of leg on show and I pointed out that I would regard that as immodest.  However, when the seminar progressed to an explanation of the connection between modesty and sex he asked me to stop—this is not the kind of talk he wants to hear from dad!

As we were heading home I noticed a stall.  There were lots of stalls, including one for the Communist Party of Great Britain, which I thought didn’t exist any longer.  The one that caught my attention was manned by a couple of ladies and was for “thefrontpagecampaign”.  These ladies were drawing attention to the soft porn that appears at the eye-level of children in many news agents and supermarkets these days.  This was a petition I was willing to sign.  I have complained at the Hamilton Asda about this but without any response.  The campaign leaflet says:

We respect the right of adults to choose their media and the same freedom should apply to the majority who would prefer to shop without seeing displays like this one [a picture of a scantily clothed woman].  Such displays are not suitable for public places where children and young people are present.  There is no age-rating system imposed on newspapers and magazines.  This means it is legal for retailers to sell to minors publications that routinely include themes of bondage, oral sex, group sex, and home-made sex photography. 

If you want to contact this group you can do so at

As a society we wring our hands and demand blood when our children are sexually exploited and abused.  Yet all around we expose them to sexual images and even dress them up in in sexy clothes.  And if you’ve ever been to a school disco, you’ll know that when it comes to dance moves, you don’t know where to look. 

Why can’t we see the connection?