Hm. This is kinda sad, actually. We jumped all over men for objectifying women in the 50s and then turned around and did the same thing, except that now we put even less clothes on them, and plaster their bodies on national television.
I will never complain about my job ever again. Even when on days when I've been bitten, puked on, peed on, and asked to wrestle a 4 year-old who is approximately the same size and weight of a newborn rhinoceros.