Happy to be sex objects
IT is with great amusement that I have been following the letters about the controversial Carlsberg advert.
What a prudish and misguided society Hong Kong is becoming, where a world-famous work of art is ruled to be obscene because it accurately depicts the natural human body as God made it, where a photo of a tragic little boy's burns is ruled to be indecent, where a dentist who has an affair with his patient is castigated.
What a load of sanctimonious, puritanical nonsense. Hong Kong is rapidly becoming a laughing stock.
Now we have feminists up in arms over a harmless, amusing, honest and I might add, very clever TV commercial.
Very clever because it has achieved its desired effect, to grab people's attention.
It always amuses me to hear the women's libbers complain that they are sex objects. The truth of the matter is that the women who complain the loudest are not sex objects at all and never will be.
Very few women are sex objects, many women are not sufficiently attractive to ever be sex objects. I'm always suspicious of the militant feminist who, methinks, protests too much. All this self-righteous indignation is a thinly disguised case of sour grapes and envy towards her more physically gifted and more attractive sisters.
A woman who really is attractive and who is a sex object is happy to be so because she can do what her less gifted sister cannot, she can attract men, and that's what it's all about.
So three cheers for Carlsberg for brightening up an otherwise drab Hong Kong advertising scene and portraying life as it really is and not as the feminists would otherwise like to dictate to us that it should be.
PETER LAVAC Central