My brother-in-law has a good piece up at the Huffington Post that I want to call to your attention. It's a shameless plug, I know, but it's for a good cause, and it's a nicely written article. Go, please, and read.
I like, I don't like: this is of no importance to anyone; this, apparently, has no meaning. And yet all this means: my body is not the same as yours. Hence, in this anarchic foam of tastes and distastes, a kind of listless blur, gradually appears the figure of a bodily enigma, requiring complicity or irritation. Here begins the intimidation of the body, which obliges others to endure me liberally, to remain silent and polite confronted by pleasures or rejections which they do not share.--Roland Barthes