The thing is Francis that the ladies who appear on those TV channels I mentioned, and there are a lot of them as it seems we men quickly get bored, are much more instructive of where society is at than all this old-fashioned Agony Aunt self justification.
In the beginning there was but one channel; Babestation. When I spotted it, which was a pure accident, I was mildly surprised. My instincts as a sociologist told me to keep an eye on it which I duly did after coming home from the pub and during the commercial breaks and weather forecasts on Sky News. Would it fold? Not from want of interest but from want of nerve.
Then a second channel appeared: Babestation II. You could flip from one to the other. Then another with a more original name: Mature XXX. Viewer's Wives. Elite Nights. Essex Babes, L.A. Babes, (who look just the same), Blue Kiss, Bang Me---that sort of thing. Like a bushfire.
Which proved the demand was there. Is there. And TV responds to demand like a donkey responds to a stick but bearing in mind the vestiges of the Christian dispensation which have the power a six-foot hedge has to a donkey.
It is difficult to think of a more interesting subject than Media.