August 22, 2011 § 8 Comments
Erotic capital, according to Catherine Hakim, a sociologist at the London School of Economics, divides into six categories. These are beauty; sexual attractiveness; social skills such as charm, grace, discreet flirtation; liveliness (a mixture of physical fitness, social energy and good humour); social presentation (including dress, jewellery and other adornments); and sexuality itself (including competence, energy and imagination). Hakim has written a book, Honey Money, which I confess I have not read and so cannot comment on it – though I guess I would probably side with the brilliant Will Self (in the Guardian on Saturday) and his unease at its very dodgy-sounding premise. Having said that, I am much enjoying the coverage of it as it seems to be whipping reviewers and interviewers up into a right old lather.
Whatever one thinks of the book or its author, it is good to ponder upon the loathsome phrase and dubious notion of “erotic capital” with regard to planktons.
On a scale of one to ten, I know where I feel we ought to rate. In a word: highly. This is because most of us look after ourselves and make an effort sartorially, physically and socially; and are of an age where we have a sophisticated sense of humour and a certain grace and sexual competence (though I should like to know how on earth this last is measured? Actually, no, before any of you men comment on this, I would really rather NOT!) and experience.
But where we ought to rate and where we actually stand in the eyes of society are entirely different things. And I think you can probably guess where I think we actually stand – indeed it is one of the reasons I am writing this blog: Rock Fucking Bottom.