Artists have been inspired by women's bodies for millennia. Whenever archaeologists dig up some primitive culture's treasure trove they usually find a large-breasted statue in amongst the lot. Men - whether modern or ancient, whether from Polynesia or Peking, California or Chelmsford - worship women's bodies. Interestingly, from Ancient Egypt through 17th century France to modern day England there's every indication that freedom to depict women's bodies in art coincides with increased levels of freedom for women in general. For instance, has anyone ever noticed that Page 3 was in its heyday when Margaret Thatcher was the first and so far only female Prime Minister, one of only a handful of female world leaders? That she successfully threw off the old traditions and ably led her nation, giving girls of that generation the sense that they, too, could become leaders? This fact challenges the idea that women can't be viewed as objects of desire and respected as intellectual equals at the same time - the men of the U.K. certainly saw them as both, and no doubt still do. Maybe then its worth asserting that admiring the female form has never had anything to do with men disrespecting women, as modern glam-bashers claim, but instead has always been an important part of admiring women in general.