Finally the dancer in question turned her back to the audience, lifted her grass skirt over her head for a quick view of her pantied posterior […]

These men to whom I am referring are “dinky-die” diggers and patriots.

Among the promiscuous Assembly of broken Extravagants, a slovenly Sot sits puffing at the Board in a woollen Night cap, so disguis'd with Dirt, & his Hands & Face with Nastiness, that he look'd like the Cook of a Newcastle Collier just slept on Shore to enter an Action against his Master for wages. A second in his slip shoes, and ungarter'd stockings, like a Journey Man Taylor jumpt of the Board for a Halfpenny Roll & a pint of Tow Penny Stich-Back.

First it argues that becoming with the outside does not fetishise minoritarians, such as woman or animal.