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JENNI MURRAY: There’s a high price to pay when you undress for cash

Today I can still remember how angry I got in 2013 when a song called Blurred Lines by Pharrell Williams and Robin Thicke (very appropriate last name) became one of the best-selling singles of all time.

Those of us wrestling with the issue of consenting to sex couldn’t deny that it was a great tune that made you want to get up and dance, but the message? How could two young men in the 21st century believe that “no” didn’t really mean no? For this duo, the lines around consent were ‘blurred’ and, hating those vague lines, they sang: ‘I know you want it’.

Playing along with this dangerous ideology was a beautiful young woman, model Emily Ratajkowski, who was just 21 years old and danced around in the video wearing nothing but a flesh-colored thong and sneakers.

After model Emily Ratajkowski (pictured) expressed regret at age 21 about dancing in a flesh-colored thong and sneakers, Jenni Murray explains the price of undressing for money

After model Emily Ratajkowski (pictured) expressed regret at age 21 about dancing in a flesh-colored thong and sneakers, Jenni Murray explains the price of undressing for money

The video made her name, and in interviews about the controversy, she was determined that her seductive nudity was her choice and empowered by it.

It launched her into the stratosphere, but eight years later, 30 years old and now married with a baby, she expresses deep regret about her past.

In her new book, My Body, she talks about how it wasn’t so powerful to see Robin Thicke allegedly groping her breasts from behind during filming. And no, she wouldn’t have wanted it. She writes that she was ashamed and shocked, but said nothing.

“After all, we worked for him,” she says. Ah, so she accepts that the power was with the men who photographed her or employed her.

“When I was in my early twenties,” she writes, “it never occurred to me that the women who drew their power from beauty owed thanks to the men whose desire gave them that power in the first place.”

Jenni (pictured) says selling sex will harm you and it's also not good for the way all women are seen

Jenni (pictured) says selling sex will harm you and it's also not good for the way all women are seen

Jenni (pictured) says selling sex will harm you and it’s also not good for the way all women are seen

She no longer subscribes to what has been called “choice feminism,” where she believed that doing what she wanted — getting naked or wearing something sexy — was a feminist act because she made that choice. She understands that we need to recognize the real power structures at play.

She now spends much of her time buying back photos of herself and struggling with the laws surrounding photo ownership. I don’t think anyone wants their son to look them up and think, ‘There’s my mother, she’s just a body.’

I’m not a huge fan of the Tower of Babel, that’s Twitter, but while tweeting my delight at the West End musical Come From Away and recommending others to see it, I came across a tweet from fellow animal lover , Liz Jones. Her post featured a film of a dog being killed on the Duke of Beaufort’s hunt in Badminton, Gloucestershire. At the end of his working life, the dog was shot in the head and dumped in a wheelbarrow with tail wagging. No dog should be treated this way. If it needs to be euthanized, only a vet should do it, calm and kind.

Her story reminded me of Katie Price, who, in her time Jordan also believed her body gave her power and wealth, but as she got older struggled and became a desperately sad character. It’s a lesson girls need to learn and it looks like she’s getting through it.

Sarah Jayne Dunn has been fired from a role on Hollyoaks, which she has played on and off since 1996. She had joined the X-rated subscription site, OnlyFans, as a raunchy side job and reportedly made £7,200 in a week, in addition to the £120,000 salary she received from the popular teen soap.

Tempting I’m sure, but the site, although self-identifying as 18-plus, seems to have featured videos submitted by much younger girls.

If Sarah Jayne’s plan was to take over, she made a huge mistake. She has lost a steady, steady salary. Without Hollyoaks, she’s just another girl showing off her black PVC body and bunny ears. Where is the power in that?

Channel 4 has it right. No fuzzy lines. Perhaps the best way to go is Noel Coward’s mantra: “Don’t put your daughter on the podium.” Selling sex is bad for you, as Emily Ratajkowski discovered, and it’s not good for the way all women are seen either.

No more William Wokesworth

Pictured: The Cornfield by John Constable

Pictured: The Cornfield by John Constable

Pictured: William Wordsworth

Pictured: William Wordsworth

John Constable’s The Cornfield (pictured left) was presented to the National Gallery in 1837 by a group including William Wordsworth (pictured right)

I’ll come back to make sure I’ve never rented a house or flat from someone who’s been enslaved. not me! What a relief.

The National Gallery has searched its masterpieces to see if they may have been tainted by such vague associations in the past. John Constable’s The Cornfield was presented to the gallery in 1837 by a group including William Wordsworth. He, we are told, lived with his sister in a cottage she rented from a plantation owner. Isn’t it about time we put an end to this nonsense?

So Boris, will make £30 me a lady?

I’ve been thinking for the past few years that I could become a pretty good member of the House of Lords. I have a lot of experience in many areas, I am a good debater and I am fit enough to show up. It’s sad I don’t have the £3million that seems to make you a shoo-in. Would a £30 donation be enough, Prime Minister?

Ashamed to be a Yorkshire girl

For the first time in my life I am ashamed to call myself a Yorkshire woman.

One of England’s oldest sports clubs has been accused of being institutionally racist by Azeem Rafiq, one of its former players. The Yorkshire County Cricket Club for my father was the foundation of everything he held dear. It was a ‘game played by gentlemen’. It was the essence of what it meant to be British.

His own ambition to play for his county was never fulfilled. He had to make do with local Sunday games with a woman preparing tea in the pavilion and a daughter making daisy necklaces on the border.

His love for the club was such that on 11 May 1950 he rushed my mother from friends in Lancashire as she began her delivery to ensure that his firstborn was born in Yorkshire. In that sense I was a disappointment. I was born in the county, but my gender excluded me. I wouldn’t be the next Fred Trueman or Geoffrey Boycott.

I remember my dad saying a few years ago, ‘I don’t know why they don’t hire and promote some of those Asian guys that I saw play as a junior. Many of them are brilliant with both bat and ball. And they were born in Yorkshire.’ Birth in the province was a requirement until 1992.

I fear my father will be turning over in his grave to see his beloved Yorkshire cricket club kicked so low by ‘gentlemen’ who don’t deserve the term and should have known better.

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