As the wife of a boudoir photographer, I am often asked if I mind that my husband spends much of his time surrounded by women in their underwear. The short, and somewhat surprising, answer is no. Granted, it takes a little getting used to being confronted with images of half-naked women staring out at me from the office computer as I happen by - but there’s something more to these images than bare flesh.
I know what you’re thinking, what you’d say if you were in my shoes. If it were you the buxom blonde was staring out at from your computer screen. You’d be thinking ‘another woman who thinks she has to take her clothes off to succeed/get ahead/please her partner.’ Delete as appropriate. I know because that’s what I thought, initially (after asking my husband if he’d considered a career in landscape photography).