Sometimes History Doesn’t Quite Repeat Itself
When my mother lived, studied and worked in Sheffield thirty years ago, she was a cleaner in a police station. She got into trouble for taking down all of their soft-porn calenders and throwing them away.
Fast forward thirty years, and I now live, study and work in Sheffield. I’ve found possibly the only workplace ever in which it’s appropriate to display pictures of women in lingerie.
I now work in a knicker warehouse.
When I told my mother, her only response was “that’s pants!”