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Revelations Oxfam hired sex workers proves the snowball of scandal isn't stopping. The solution – glasses on a chain

We are as a nation becoming addicted to scandal. Whether it be news of the latest Hollywood actress to be sexually assaulted by film producer Harvey Weinstein, tales of MPs making inappropriate moves on party activists or seedy men-only black tie dinners at posh hotels where hostesses are asked 'how much they charge', our appetite for the sexual misdeeds of others is becoming insatiable, and the media our willing force-feeders.

Revelations that Oxfam staff hired the services of sex workers whilst out in Haiti providing aid in 2011 are a case in point. Here is an industry which many would believe impervious to scandal, though anyone who has ever read a Dickens novel will know that the moral of the story is always be wary of a philanthropist. But charities, just like politics and the entertainment industry, appear to have their own shady, dark side where prostitutes and sexual assault are just as rife, if you only scratch the surface.

The incident in Haiti appears not to be an isolated incident. There were similar incidents of sex workers being hired by staff whilst out in Chad in 2013. Whilst the flood gates have inevitably been opened on the whole charitable industry, with numerous organisations being rumbled for their hidden records of sexual assaults on staff.

The question is, where does this stop? The snowball that is scandal is well and truly in motion and is only gathering momentum as it careers downhill taking any industry in its path with it. There is no doubt that these revelations are indeed beyond the pale. Exposure of the misdeeds of those in a position of power, whether a businessman, or a case worker going out to a desperate situation abroad should be exposed and dealt with in a bid to lessen, and in an ideal world, eventually irradicate this kind of behaviour.

But we as voyeurs to this exposure of scandal must attempt to be modified in our response. We are being played like a badly tuned fiddle by the media. These tales of sexual wrongs are not just falling onto the laps of news editors, they are being actively sought out by reporters because they recognise that our appetites are wetted.

I suggest glasses on a chain as a solution. They are being trumpeted as the latest in eye wear accessorisation and Frame Chain (www.framechain.co.uk) has a whole range which any fashionista worth their salt already had dibs on in a bid to channel the spirit of Mrs Slocombe.

Having our glasses around out necks at all times enables us to raise them to our eyes, however metaphorically, within an instant and get the much needed clarity of perspective that we are in great danger of losing, to a wailing cry of mass hysteria.




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