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Adult 'comedy'

I was looking at the posters at a movie hall last week. And I regretted it. Any woman (most women) would have. There was a life size poster of a so-called comedy movie with the buttocks of women filling the top. On the bottom of the poster was spread the curvaceous 'heroine' of the film in a two-piece. I don't like to be patronising or censuring, but as a woman I felt ashamed to be anywhere near the poster. Some young boys were taking photos of the poster and were discussing god-knows-what, all the while sniggering among themselves.
Making adult films and calling them comedy, minting money by commodifying women... As long as there is a demand, there will be a supply, even in surplus. And they call themselves actors of mainstream cinema. Feminist activists don't bother to speak up in these cases, because they call it freedom of expression.

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