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How Much of Desire is Really about Danger?

Okay, I’m not going to embed the infamous video of Moe and Tracie from Jezebel drunkenly disclaiming on pulling out as viable birth control, unwanted pregnancy, and how it’s okay to be reckless in Williamsburg because the guys there are pussies, but I will link to it.  

Because I think it’s relevant to this conversation we’re having about sluttiness and regret: how much of sexual adventure is about knowingly putting yourself in danger?

I’m thinking: some.

That sure-I-was-raped-so-what video sparked an uproar about third-wave ladies having reckless, unprotected, casual sex and getting date-raped and not thinking it was such a big deal. 

Of course it delighted the stereotypical-second-wave finger-waggers, who finally had tape on this dubious trend they have been condemning. (*Cough* Linda Hirshman *cough*.) Continue reading

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Someone Please Read This and Tell Me What it Says?

Photo Credit: Ellen Weinstein/The Atlantic. Our interpretation: Beckoned by dirty, filthy man to come to bed and pretend to be Sasha Grey, Amish girl dreams of being in a Disney movie instead, and finally ditching the floor-length dress for a pair of jeans and a form-fitting shirt.

Caitlin Flanagan is back at it with a new article about — I’m just guessing here — how bad it is when girls have sex without commitment. Bad, bad, slutty girls! Rah, rah, Snow Whites! 

The Atlantic has really been knocking ’em out of the park lately, between this and the anti-breastfeeding and the pro-settling. Anyway, I tried to read this latest soulless condescension-fest, but I couldn’t finish it. I post it here so that others may journey into the cave and return with tales of the horrors glimpsed within. Here’s how it opens…

In case you haven’t noticed, millions of girls are in the midst of a cultural insurrection. Armed with the pocket money that has made them a powerful consumer force since the 1920s, girls have set their communal sights on a particular kind of entertainment, and when they find it, they transform it into a commercial phenomenon that leaves even the creators and marketers of that entertainment dumbfounded. What do these girls—with such different backgrounds and aspirations, foreign to one another in so many respects—demand right now? The old story, the one they were forced to abandon for a while, but will be denied no longer: the Boyfriend Story.

Kara, you told me you couldn’t get through it either, so let’s turn this chore over to our faithful readers to take the bullet for us. Here’s the article. Godspeed.

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