Huckleberry said:
That could be construed without the addition of the comment. The comment simply acknowledges that it could be construed so, but... it doesn't have to be the case.
People are sexual beings. We all know we are checking each other out. Even someone devoted to another person will examine the form of someone else because of its sexual appeal. There doesn't have to be any sexual intention or even desire connected to the appreciation. Looking at someone without an appreciation for who they are as a person doesn't mean that they are nothing more than a piece of meat. We are meat. We're people too. We're an art gallery and a meat locker all in one. When I'm looking at a nude painting I sometimes wonder what motivated the artist, but usually I'm concerned only with how the art motivates me. I don't know the artist behind the painting, which makes it difficult to appreciate her for the beauty of her personality.
I say we all just run around naked. People will get bored with the porn stares and we can appreciate more of the art stares.
You're still missing the point.
You can have all the philosophy you want when you're observing someone, but since the question is:
what is the harm, then you have to look at it from the target's point of view[/B].
You must realize that the target
has no idea that
- you are a nice guy and you wil respect her space
- your attentions are no more intrusive than someone asking for directions to the subway
- you are not about to approach her, meaning she'll have to deal with a possible pickup (in-and-of-itself, probably one of the most stressful situations a person can spontaneously find themselves in)
- you are not
actually lusting after her
- you are not a loon
Note in particular, these last two. You are freely admitting that you are admiring her physical attractiveness.
She doesn't know if that's gentlemanly or if it's lascivious.
Really, what it comes down to is that your philosophy is one that is completely insnesitive of her possible discomfort and stress. So yes, you are reducing her from a human, with feelings to a piece of scenery that has no feelings.