My wife trained as a concert pianist. She used to teach music at NYU. She decided to switch from music to finance (!) and got not only a full tuition waiver but also a stipend to attend a good business school for an MBA. She went from there to studying finance for a PhD.
And yet there are certain contexts in which my conversation with her focuses more on body parts than it does her remarkably diverse interests, her amazing curiosity, and her extensive life accomplishments. We are feminist. But we also have bodies, and enjoy having bodies. You are free to believe that I am “objectifying” her during those private conversations. But I’m not so sure you’ll find many reasonable people who agree with you. We human beings are much more than just physical objects, and all of us deserve the dignity of being treated as more than objects. But we are also physical objects. In case you are not aware, there are certain contexts in which it is appropriate not only to acknowledge that fact, but also to enjoy and even celebrate it.
This is earth. Welcome.
We have on this planet a technology that allows us to project images on a screen in rapid succession. We use this technology (among many other purposes) for telling stories. You should be aware that when we watch stories projected onto a screen, we often tend to enjoy watching people who seem beautiful to us.
That is, actually, what the OP of this thread is about. That OP provides the initial context for this thread. You can scroll up if you missed it the first time.
It would be wildly inappropriate to ask a person who was hired to, say, program computers that they were subsequently also required to dress evocatively to suit the erotic preferences of their coworkers and supervisors. That is horrific objectification. It is reducing a person to their physical appearance, while ignoring all other relevant aspects of their humanity, most particularly heinous in a context when their actual role is and should remain entirely unrelated to what they look like. No one should give a good god fuck what Angela Merkel looks like, or Sonia Sotomayor, or Hillary Clinton, or – much more important because so much more numerous than the previous examples – any given wage slave just trying to do the damn job that they were actually hired for. That shit is fucked up, yo.
However.
The image projection technology, referred to above, is in some ways and at some times a separate category from the above. It’s in the same context of certain very private conversations with my wife. Many of us watch these projected stories on the screen (again, among many other reasons) in order to see beautiful people. When my wife, for instance, saw the new THOR trailer, she lamented that they cut his hair. She wants not a buzz cut, but the Hemsworth arms along with that long luxurious wig that he wore for the previous flicks. I, personally, wanted to see more Natalie Portman. We are both somewhat disappointed in what the new THOR moving picture seems to be offering us.
Sometimes we like looking at pretty people and then talking about what we see. There is a time and a place for this. Regular office work: no. Projected images: sometimes yes. I enjoy looking at Natalie Portman. I also enjoy getting erections. More than once, I have enjoyed getting a boner looking at Natalie Portman projected onto a screen. I am hardly the only one. And that’s okay! It’s a wonderful part of being human, from my own perspective, and I want to enjoy it and also talk about enjoying it in the appropriate contexts. Dinner party with Portman in person? No. Around the Keurig machine in the office? No. Internet discussion of eroticism in film? Not only yes, but hell yes.
Different contexts have different standards. Every person deserves to be treated with dignity as a full person, and simultaneously, we should all have the opportunity in appropriate contexts to appreciate, and to celebrate, and to make whimsical references to that part of ourselves which is quite unavoidably a physical object of beauty and even arousal. Boners can be hella fun. One such opportunity to discuss this physical side of us, including sexual arousal, is in a thread whose explicit purpose is to discuss beauty and seduction in film.
For example, this thread, as the OP makes clear.
I understand that there are many other threads that are not about this topic at all, where nevertheless a clueless putz will step in and say “pix plz, derpy derp”. That is understandably annoying, and it was a great day when the Dope moderators started dropping a hammer on such off-topic, objectifying comments. But simultaneously, there should also be a place where I can talk about Natalie Portman giving me a boner. A quick glance at the OP should inform you of which thread we’re talking about.
So yes. Boner Index. It’s a bit of whimsy injected into a discussion of subjectivity vs objectivity, fact vs opinion.
On preview, I see that this response is much more than your kneejerk comment actually deserved. But there is some small hope that you will engage this discussion on its own terms by actually reading it more carefully, or failing that, there’s a chance that other posters might understand and appreciate the point that I’m trying to make, or even if they disagree, to disagree with a genuine reasoned argument rather than an empty complaint, which is all that you have managed so far. So: “submit reply”.