Was that a false dawn breaking when we cried with the wind?*

[oursin]

Sunk into gloom by reading the following:

Lucy Mangan on Hot in Cleveland: 'a sitcom built round the premise of female obsolescence. Past 40, our invisibility to men turns us into desperate nymphomaniacs, whereupon hilarity must naturally ensue. Please sprinkle "apparently" throughout that last sentence as you see fit'.

Rowenna Davis talks to students who are funding their studies by lap-dancing - that would be female students, as there doesn't seem to be any mention of male students shaking their naked booties to keep out of the red. I'm gloom-struck that this is seen as a 'realistic' choice in a harsh world.

Okay, the next thing is fairly minor compared to the above, but it still fills me with a sense of the sadness of things: in the 'Ask Hodges' column in this week's Time Out, a woman writes (can this please not be a real advice column, please tell me it is all made up) that her boyfriend wants to treat her to a high-end beauty treatment at a spa, but she avoids going to those sort of places because of her 'ugly toes'. I am sure people who work in spas have seen worse things and are not going to faint or say 'euuuww' or call other people in to observe the horror that is her little piggies. Rly.

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