In general my third-wave feminism tends to be pretty laissez-faire about this kind of thing. If women want to parade around the central city with their boobs on display, and they freely choose this, then shouldn't I put my prudery away, stay out of town that day, and respect their right to control their body and the way they express it? I have no problem with the Hero Parade* even when it involves giant penis statues. Can't this be seen as a celebration of women's bodies, an acknowledgement of women's sexual power?
Except that to me it seems that the whole thing is actually about making a pornographer more money. It's not a community event or a political expression of opinion, it's a commercial advertisement for the Erotica expo. Would we be ok about any other business venture taking over the main street of our biggest city for much of a day, disrupting traffic, to advertise its wares? And are we ok with the nature of the advertisement being something that wouldn't be allowed to show in ad breaks at that time of the day, or accepted as a print ad by any of the major newspapers?
I wonder how I would feel walking along Queen St while the boobed ones rode their bikes down the road. Or if I worked in an office that overlooked it, or a shop nearby, particularly if my male colleagues all jostled to get a good position and commented on the bodies on display. I wonder if I would feel like an object, rather than a person; as if my breasts were my most important, even my only, feature.**
Jafapete considers that it demeans both the women in it and the men
So if we can't stop it should we embrace it? Should we open our feminist arms wide, proclaim our love for our enhanced sisters, and parade with them?
Ah.... you first ;-)
* 1999 I was in it, and let me tell you Ponsonby Rd is quite a long street to dance the length of.
** Even to Wriggly, my mammaries don't seem to be all there is to me. I've never once seen him smile at them, but many times he has smiled at my dial.