by John Ellis
A bikini carwash is located around the corner from our house; across the street from our son’s elementary school. I suspect that if I were to check, I would find that its prices are substantially higher than other carwashes. Customers are paying for the “privilege” of leering at almost-nude young women doing menial work, after all. Make no mistake, for many of the men who wait in line for that “privilege” (if not all), the work of washing their vehicle is merely an incidental part of their lustful experience at the carwash. Whenever I drive by it, I sadly ponder how one of Satan’s lies is convincing us that oppression and exploitation equals freedom.