The revolution that digital technologies made, having come into our lives thirty years ago, did not end (relatively speaking) with the advent of Pentium. It continues - and every year new inconsistencies, inconsistencies, bottlenecks in culture, traditions, and law emerge that are not adapted to new ones - digital! - realities.
Often, such inconsistencies are serious and give rise to long heated debates, such as the problem of the inability to control digital copying (remember Salinger's dilemma). But there are seemingly little things that are not even possible to discuss normally. Yes, they clearly demonstrate how technology is ahead of the law, but touch on such a topic at least in passing - and you are guaranteed at least a condescending smile from your audience. And to discuss this on television, in the press ?! Well, you know! An example of such a "little thing" is the upskirt phenomenon.
I see, I see, the one who is in the subject smiled :-). To be honest, this thing is very popular in certain circles. If by some miracle you do not know what it is about, then everything is simple: the word "upskirt" is translated from English as "peeping under the skirt" and is used to refer to both the action itself and the resulting photographs or videos. Its history is rich and stretches far beyond the digital age. Here and Marilyn, dancing over the well, and frivolous canvases of medieval painters, and much more.
In the context of our conversation, two points are important. First, there has always been a tangible element of eroticism in upskirt. Secondly, from the point of view of society, it has always been fun on the verge of permissible, something in between a game that is permissible for adults and generally recognized deviations like spying on someone taking a bath. The sexual revolution that took place in the second half of the 20th century (you know, "mini" and all that), even made upskirt a fashion element. But hardly anyone could have imagined that at the beginning of the 21st century, thanks to digital technology, peeping under a skirt would turn from fun into a headache.
Annoyed by the English term? I confess that I myself am not delighted with him. And while I was preparing the material, I almost broke my head, thinking how best to translate it into Russian, I consulted with a linguist. Ideally, you need the same catchy, short, self-explanatory word. But even in the Russian-language section of "Wikipedia" there is no article on this topic (I will add a column and get busy - join!), So for lack of a better I decided to use the direct transliterated version: upskirt. Not everyone will like it, but we are no stranger to the tablet and Satoshi ;-).
Again, something else is more important. Upskirt in its modern sense is the child of camera phones and smartphones. The emergence of super-compact digital cameras, and even crossed with a mobile phone, has become a kind of feature: such cameras are invisible, do not arouse suspicion, and make the distribution of footage as easy as possible. As a result, looking under the skirt has degenerated into a criminal business and unpleasant antisocial activity. Today, upskirt is one of the most popular categories on pornographic resources: there are providers of such content that produce a continuous stream of photos and videos from streets, shopping centers, beaches, and there are consumers who are ready to pay for it. There are also plenty of “amateurs” who share the results of their “works” on the Web - and also put random counterparts in an uncomfortable position. I suppose very few girls dream of seeing themselves on YouTube captured from below. And the question is whether we can counter the invasion of privacy from this side.
Oddly enough, it is easier for us, the citizens of the Russian Federation, than for many others: hidden filming in any form is outlawed in our country (correct if something has changed). But the rest of the democratic world, interspersed with swearing with laughter, is forced to look for more precise and subtle formulations.
The Americans are having a particularly difficult time now. In the States, another scandal is thundering (it is hoped that this one will be the last), connected just with upskirt. The background is simple and already typical: in 2010, a man was spotted on the Boston subway trying to take pictures on the phone - naturally, without permission or knowledge - of fellow travelers from below, with an emphasis on the hips and crotch (sorry, in court documents). The police organized fishing with live bait, sending the disguised employees to ride, the peasant pecked - and he was tied (Michael Robertson, 31). Soon the first trial took place, finding the man guilty. It is not surprising: after all, peeping - that is, (I quote) deliberately photographing the intimate areas of a partially or completely nude person without her consent at the moment when the person suggests privacy - is illegal in the United States. But that was just the beginning of the story, the first iteration, if you will.
In the photo from the police station, Robertson is an ordinary white middle-aged guy. We do not know whether he was, as they say, a pervert or a cyber activist, who, by his example, wanted to point out the discrepancy between the legal system and the actual state of affairs - well, all the same, like the ever-memorable Aaron Schwartz. But one way or another, Robertson really helped! He appealed and just won!
How did he manage? The highest court of the state where the hearings were held (Massachusetts) considered that, being in a public place, a citizen has no right to hope for privacy, and besides, he cannot even be considered partially naked: he is dressed! The subway car is not a bathroom, not a changing room, and a smartphone is not a hidden camera. And in general, if a citizen flaunts parts of his body (intentionally or not), what kind of expectation of privacy can we talk about? Therefore, although peeping in the classical sense is still prohibited, this prohibition does not apply to upskirt.
After such a verdict, natural hysteria broke out in the media. Everyone laughs: some hiding behind, some openly, laughing lawyers, passers-by, TV presenters and the press. Are they laughing and making salty jokes like, did Robertson's lawyer wear panties when she was broadcasting about "her client's constitutional right to take upskirt pictures in public places"? And at the same time, everyone understands that it will not work to laugh at the problem, and some, through tears of laughter, already demand the revision of the law, which is so far behind technology. But the trouble is, it is not clear what the final wording should be.
One of the options: though over your clothes a person in a public place cannot expect privacy, under clothes he still expects her, and the invasion there should be prohibited. The definition is casuistic and not without flaws, but this is the salt: numbers and civilization has stepped on another corn - and how to get rid of the pain, no one knows!
Naturally, the hapless inhabitants of Boston aren't the only ones who have faced this. Other American states suffer from the same "hole" in the law and have already acquitted citizens caught on upskirt. But America, everyone is doing their best. Japan does not prohibit covert filming, but restricts the distribution of materials obtained in this way. Shaky. The UK looks at the problem rather with a grin, which is why celebrities especially suffer - whom the paparazzi do not have yet to shove the lens between their legs. Nothing good either. India and Singapore are stupidly imprisoning upskirt lovers. Rough: what if an accident?
In short, you cannot prohibit, ignore it more dear to yourself, discuss both scary and funny. Such is the inconvenient moment. One thing pleases: instead of boring faces that adorn materials about other collisions of numbers s and society, there are beautiful legs. Enjoy while you can! 🙂
Petersburg student and model Anna Dovgalyuk recorded a video manifesto against "upskerters". According to her, often men look under the skirts of girls on public transport, thereby committing a sexual offense. To draw attention to the problem, the girl in the video herself demonstrates her charms to passers-by under the dress.
According to Dovgalyuk, in less than a year in St. Petersburg, activists received more than 350 complaints from victims of such peeping, which is called upskurting and is "an element of large-scale disrespect for women."
The perverts, as indicated in the video, not only look under their skirts, but also take pictures on the phone, and the records, in which the faces of the victims are visible, are posted on the Internet.
To draw attention to this problem, a girl who studies at the Faculty of Law and calls herself a public activist, decided to "win back" on those who like to look under their skirts. Armed with a camera, Anna and her friends went down to the St. Petersburg metro. In the video, an activist in a short red dress lifts the hem whenever passengers start getting off the train. The frames change every second - Anna's black panties were seen by passengers of several stations at once.
The video ends with a call to "legally recognize upscaling as a crime against the person."
The video, which has already collected over a million views on YouTube in a few days, has caused a mixed reaction. In the comments to the video, some users expressed bewilderment with such a manifest. Most of the commentators did not appreciate Dovgalyuk's act.
“Sheer nonsense, 350 complaints. And the girl showed her sirloin to thousands. And what was it supposed to give to people from outside? Will the anti-rapist manifesto be in the form of porn? " - commentators are perplexed.
State Duma deputy Vitaly Milonov also spoke on Facebook about a single action by a female lawyer, calling her an "idiot."
The network found out that the activist is no stranger to getting naked. On Instagram, the girl willingly shares pictures in swimsuits and underwear.
The revolution that digital technologies made, having come into our lives thirty years ago, did not end (relatively speaking) with the advent of Pentium. It continues - and every year new inconsistencies, inconsistencies, bottlenecks in culture, traditions, and law emerge that are not adapted to new ones - digital! - realities.
Often, such inconsistencies are serious and give rise to long heated debates, such as the problem of the inability to control digital copying (remember Salinger's dilemma). But there are seemingly little things that are not even possible to discuss normally. Yes, they clearly demonstrate how technology is ahead of the law, but touch on such a topic at least in passing - and you are guaranteed at least a condescending smile from your audience. And to discuss this on television, in the press ?! Well, you know! An example of such a "little thing" is the upskirt phenomenon.
I see, I see, the one who is in the subject smiled :-). To be honest, this thing is very popular in certain circles. If by some miracle you do not know what it is about, then everything is simple: the word "upskirt" is translated from English as "peeping under the skirt" and is used to refer to both the action itself and the resulting photographs or videos. Its history is rich and stretches far beyond the digital age. Here and Marilyn, dancing over the well, and frivolous canvases of medieval painters, and much more.
In the context of our conversation, two points are important. First, there has always been a tangible element of eroticism in upskirt. Secondly, from the point of view of society, it has always been fun on the verge of permissible, something in between a game that is permissible for adults and generally recognized deviations like spying on someone taking a bath. The sexual revolution that took place in the second half of the 20th century (you know, "mini" and all that), even made upskirt a fashion element. But hardly anyone could have imagined that at the beginning of the 21st century, thanks to digital technology, peeping under a skirt would turn from fun into a headache.
Annoyed by the English term? I confess that I myself am not delighted with him. And while I was preparing the material, I almost broke my head, thinking how best to translate it into Russian, I consulted with a linguist. Ideally, you need the same catchy, short, self-explanatory word. But even in the Russian-language section of "Wikipedia" there is no article on this topic (I will add a column and get busy - join!), So for lack of a better I decided to use the direct transliterated version: upskirt. Not everyone will like it, but we are no stranger to the tablet and Satoshi ;-).
Again, something else is more important. Upskirt in its modern sense is the child of camera phones and smartphones. The emergence of super-compact digital cameras, and even crossed with a mobile phone, has become a kind of feature: such cameras are invisible, do not arouse suspicion, and make the distribution of footage as easy as possible. As a result, looking under the skirt has degenerated into a criminal business and unpleasant antisocial activity. Today, upskirt is one of the most popular categories on pornographic resources: there are providers of such content that produce a continuous stream of photos and videos from streets, shopping centers, beaches, and there are consumers who are ready to pay for it. There are also plenty of “amateurs” who share the results of their “works” on the Web - and also put random counterparts in an uncomfortable position. I suppose very few girls dream of seeing themselves on YouTube captured from below. And the question is whether we can counter the invasion of privacy from this side.
Oddly enough, it is easier for us, the citizens of the Russian Federation, than for many others: hidden filming in any form is outlawed in our country (correct if something has changed). But the rest of the democratic world, interspersed with swearing with laughter, is forced to look for more precise and subtle formulations.
The Americans are having a particularly difficult time now. In the States, another scandal is thundering (it is hoped that this one will be the last), connected just with upskirt. The background is simple and already typical: in 2010, a man was spotted on the Boston subway trying to take pictures on the phone - naturally, without permission or knowledge - of fellow travelers from below, with an emphasis on the hips and crotch (sorry, in court documents). The police organized fishing with live bait, sending the disguised employees to ride, the peasant pecked - and he was tied (Michael Robertson, 31). Soon the first trial took place, finding the man guilty. It is not surprising: after all, peeping - that is, (I quote) deliberately photographing the intimate areas of a partially or completely nude person without her consent at the moment when the person suggests privacy - is illegal in the United States. But that was just the beginning of the story, the first iteration, if you will.
In the photo from the police station, Robertson is an ordinary white middle-aged guy. We do not know whether he was, as they say, a pervert or a cyber activist, who, by his example, wanted to point out the discrepancy between the legal system and the actual state of affairs - well, all the same, like the ever-memorable Aaron Schwartz. But one way or another, Robertson really helped! He appealed and just won!
How did he manage? The highest court of the state where the hearings were held (Massachusetts) considered that, being in a public place, a citizen has no right to hope for privacy, and besides, he cannot even be considered partially naked: he is dressed! The subway car is not a bathroom, not a changing room, and a smartphone is not a hidden camera. And in general, if a citizen flaunts parts of his body (intentionally or not), what kind of expectation of privacy can we talk about? Therefore, although peeping in the classical sense is still prohibited, this prohibition does not apply to upskirt.
After such a verdict, natural hysteria broke out in the media. Everyone laughs: some hiding behind, some openly, laughing lawyers, passers-by, TV presenters and the press. Are they laughing and making salty jokes like, did Robertson's lawyer wear panties when she was broadcasting about "her client's constitutional right to take upskirt pictures in public places"? And at the same time, everyone understands that it will not work to laugh at the problem, and some, through tears of laughter, already demand the revision of the law, which is so far behind technology. But the trouble is, it is not clear what the final wording should be.
One of the options: though over your clothes a person in a public place cannot expect privacy, under clothes he still expects her, and the invasion there should be prohibited. The definition is casuistic and not without flaws, but this is the salt: numbers and civilization has stepped on another corn - and how to get rid of the pain, no one knows!
Naturally, the hapless inhabitants of Boston aren't the only ones who have faced this. Other American states suffer from the same "hole" in the law and have already acquitted citizens caught on upskirt. But America, everyone is doing their best. Japan does not prohibit covert filming, but restricts the distribution of materials obtained in this way. Shaky. The UK looks at the problem rather with a grin, which is why celebrities especially suffer - whom the paparazzi do not have yet to shove the lens between their legs. Nothing good either. India and Singapore are stupidly imprisoning upskirt lovers. Rough: what if an accident?
In short, you cannot prohibit, ignore it more dear to yourself, discuss both scary and funny. Such is the inconvenient moment. One thing pleases: instead of boring faces that adorn materials about other collisions of numbers s and society, there are beautiful legs. Enjoy while you can! 🙂
I was on the subway and could hardly restrain myself. I was just shaking with indignation. My legs ached, but there were so many people that I could not move. As luck would have it, a few minutes later the light in the car went out. The train started, but although I did not hold on, I did not fall - there was nowhere to fall. Peak hour. Suddenly I felt a hand between my legs - another maniac. I had a bag in my hands, I couldn't get them out. I felt helpless. The hand, meanwhile, walked along the pubis covered in silk panties. Despite the nervousness, it was pleasant. Fingers slipped under her panties and ran over the clitoris, lips. I shivered. A finger entered me and began to move. At this moment, the hand of the person in front slipped under the bra and began to caress the chest. The train stopped.
People came in and out. I did not move, and neither did my hands - they froze. The doors closed. The other breast was outside the bra, excited by skillful fingers. The fact that it turned out to be not one maniac did not frighten me for some reason. In the dark, someone began to caress my neck and neckline with her lips. The hand slipped out of the panties and they fell to my feet. I felt something hard between my thighs. They were carefully pushed apart and the member entered me from behind. I could not hold back a groan that escaped from the depths of my body. Another hand slipped between my legs - I involuntarily squeezed them, but immediately parted them, giving freedom to my fingers. They were already doing their job, like the penis inside me and the hands on my chest and the lips on my neck. I began to move, maintaining movement within myself. We have already passed my stop, but I did not regret it, it was great. The member inside me erupted and was taken out. I was turned to face its owner, and at that moment the next one took possession of me. After a few minutes they left me. I will not tell you how I buttoned and pulled the dress. I arrived home late. She sat down in the kitchen and took out a cigarette. Together with the pack, a piece of paper fell out of his jacket pocket - it had a phone number on it. I realized that it was theirs. I wasn’t going to call, but I didn’t throw it away either.
Then I undressed, took a shower and went to bed. I understood that everything that happened to me was dirty, but that was the beauty of it. Two men had me, and I didn't even see their faces. Like this.
Several months passed, I forgot about everything. One day I was walking home late at night. Two guys came up to me. I was scared of course. One of them grabbed my arm and the other laughed and tore my blouse. He bared my chest and squeezed it tightly. Another guy lifted his skirt and went into his panties. I told them to take me to the bushes so that no one could see. The guys agreed, surprised at my reaction. We retreated into the bushes, away from the road. I got down on my knees and unbuttoned the fly of one of the guys. Pulling out a member, I took it in my mouth. The second guy, without thinking twice, lifted my skirt and inserted his penis into me. He moved, squeezing my chest, and I sucked his friend's cock.
When they both finished, they invited me to their place. I agreed. Having somehow wrapped my blouse and pulled on my panties, I went to get them. No sooner had we entered the apartment than they stripped off my clothes and took me to a room, where they threw me on the bed. They switched places. One entered me and the other gave me a cock in my mouth. I took it and began to suck. That was great. The next morning, at first I did not understand where I was. Naked, I lay with my face buried in the penis of one guy, and on me and in me lay another. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I had to wake them up. The one on top of me got down and turned to the wall. I went to the shower, and then began to cook breakfast, rummaging in someone else's refrigerator.
The first time I meet this! - one of the guys woke up and stood in his underpants and looked at me. He came up and lifted my skirt, caressed my buttocks. Then the second woke up. We all had breakfast together. I started getting ready for work. One of the guys grabbed me, threw me on the bed and began to caress me. He entered me with strong jerks. We ended up together. The second one looked at us and went to work. Then I got up, recovered and left.
I was late for work. I was summoned to the director, it threatened to be fired. Alexey Valerievich, an elderly 40-year-old man, was sitting at his desk and was looking at me intently. I knew that he liked me and decided to take advantage of it. I sat down opposite him and looked at him defiantly.
Do you know that being late is punishable by dismissal?
- Yes, but I overslept, it happens to everyone. Forgive me, this will not happen again., I looked at him pitifully. He got up and locked the door. Then he sat down in his seat, looked at me carefully, leaned back in his chair and said:
- But you don't want to be fired?
- Not.
“So you’ll do me a favor?”
I got up and unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my chest. I slowly walked over to him, twisted in front of him, took his hands and put them on my chest. He squeezed it, then unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off me, and then the tights. He took one breast in his mouth and began to caress the nipple. Then he pulled off his panties. He stepped aside and looked at me admiringly:
Great!
Then he took her by the hand and led him to the sofa. I lay down, and he was on top. His stiff jacket rubbed my delicate skin, but it was even pleasant. - Now I will raise your wages if you periodically come to me.
His hands and lips wandered over my body. To my surprise, I wanted him badly and threw my legs around his hips, staining his trousers with my juice. The fly rustled, and his tense member entered me. I squeezed him even tighter with my legs, and we moved.
I returned home earlier than usual. Vladimir Pavlovich allowed me to leave an hour earlier. I got into the shower and turned on the warm water. She took a sponge and splashed a little shower gel on it, began to soap the body, remembering his hands and lips. The sponge penetrated into the most secret places of my body, lightly touched the nipple, walked under the breast, lathered my stomach: Then I got under the shower, streams of water washed off the soapy foam from me. I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a terrycloth towel and left the bath. Then I had supper and went to bed, it was a hard day.
Several weeks have passed since that time. I was bored, I wanted unconventional sex. Sex with the director did not satisfy me, I wanted a group of men. I went to the bar in the evening, wearing a revealing dress that almost bare my breasts and tightly fitted my waist. I never complained about my figure, and the waist and hips, and especially the chest, thrilled men. The long skirt with a huge slit exposed my gorgeous legs, which were wearing sexy stockings. I walked into the bar, feeling admiring glances on me, and looked around. At one of the tables were four guys with rather cheeky manners, I sat not far from them. They exchanged glances for a long time and whispered, nodding in my direction. Then one of them came up and invited me to their table. I moved. They ordered me a martini, and a nice conversation began between us, becoming more and more vulgar. Finally, after the question of what kind of men I love, and my answer that everyone, the hand of one of the guy sitting next to him, found himself on my bare leg. I smiled and continued the conversation. The hand stroked my leg, then slid closer to my crotch, then I spread my legs, fingers slipped under my panties and penetrated inside. The second's hand, meanwhile, bared the other leg, lifted her skirt and slipped under the stocking. I unbuttoned the fly of his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock. All this happened during the conversation. After a while, I got up, straightening my skirt and, looking at them meaningfully, went to the toilet room. There was no need to guess and turn around, they followed. We went into a special room with an ottoman. She was small, and it seemed to me that the five of us would not fit. They threw me on the floor and began to caress me. Roughly spreading my legs apart, a swollen member was inserted into me. Another was put in his mouth. Turned me over on my side, another member entered from behind. The fourth guy took off his pants and masturbated. There was a crack of fabric - they bared my chest ..
