Do You See What I see?

I had another picture today, but I've managed in my technical expertise to delete it between here and work.

I walked today, towards "the Palace", a building which houses a large Aeronautical facility. I stood and looked at it remembering my time working there; watching the planes land right in front of me, and hiding under the desk.

It made me think about these court cases which are hitting the headlines this week - Soap Stars and Radio Stars being charged with numerous counts of some form of sexual misbehaviour or another.

In our politically correct society, it is wrong THESE DAYS to infringe on anyone's personal space; way back in the day... and honestly, I'm only talking 20 years - every female was fair game.

Men were men, and women were things to adorn the office. Any attempt at being taken seriously, and you were patted on the head and told to settle down and go home and have babies - which in itself would invite many comments from anyone who was listening about the best method of creating said babies.

Young girls were bewitched by stars. Young girls would have done anything to stand next to them, maybe throw their arms around them hesitantly. Maybe if you were REALLY lucky, you would get a peck on the cheek.

I think back then, stars just thought they were really lucky. Front page headlines, and many young fans happy to throw themselves at them. I'm not for one minute, and let me repeat that loudly I AM NOT SAYING THAT THESE WOMEN DO NOT HAVE VALID CASES; but I do think that a lot of what went on was "expected".

Were we wrong to "expect" it? Was it wrong that that was the "norm".

We live in a very PC world now, and a teacher cannot hug a child who needs comforted; on the other hand, a teacher cannot put their hand out to defend themselves either.

All I want to say is, One Direction... Just check the birth certificates very closely, because I don't want to be sitting here in 30 years times, going "oh yes, I remember when One Direction were good looking young boys... I wouldn't have minded a bit of that".

(If you want to know why I was hiding under a desk... that's a story for another day)