I have just been scrolling through Instagram looking at bottoms. Pert bottoms, bikinied bottoms, bottoms rising out of soapy water, bottoms cleaved around dental-floss G-strings, bottoms photographed in the bathroom mirror, the bedroom mirror, the hotel mirror.
The last time I looked through my teenage daughter’s Instagram, she banned me for a year, but this time it’s with her blessing. She’s showing me what young women post as part of a conversation we’re having about “raunch culture” and the pressure to be sexy, in full peachy glory.
Not just bare bums. “Look at this one,” she says.
There are endless underwear shots.