I think Ms Steinem might have a lot to say about this photo of a sheep’s arse.
Every autumn we hire a ram for a few months to get the ewes pregnant. He wears a kind of harness with red dye on it called a raddle, which enables us to tell which ewes he’s mounted because their backs are covered in the dye too. I can’t help but feel a more eloquent feminist than me might be better placed to write an essay on slut shaming/sexual attractiveness/double standards. If I were a sheep I don’t know if I’d be more pissed off that everyone knew I’d shagged the hired help, or that a male who was hired to have sex with me, couldn’t be bothered.