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
Lady judge on Murder One, Season 1 Episode 1.
I’ve been watching this old show “Murder One” from 1995 on Hulu. I think it was conceived as a post-OJ thing–the whole season is the story of a celebrity on trial for murder. It’s kind of awesome! They did three whole episodes on jury selection which made my procedural nerd heart sing. Anyway (SPOILER) now the prosecution and the defense have discovered that two of the jurors, a man and a woman, are involved sexually. The jurors are in the judge’s chambers being chastised, and the female juror is all, “Don’t listen to her! She’s an old guard, doctrinaire, anti-femme feminist who thinks men and women have to be desexualized to be equal!” Continue reading
So you’ve probably heard about Boobquake, this internet phenomenon whereby thousands of women challenge a statement made by an imam that women’s immodesty causes earthquakes. They all wear lowcut shirts + no earthquakes = imam is dumb, sexy ladies win. Leaving aside the slight complication that there were earthquakes today, this strategy for social protest seems to epitomize third-waviness vs. second-waviness. This is a gross reduction, I know, but just bear with me: to protest male gaze, etc., second-wavers wore comfortable clothes. Continue reading
Exactly what you think is about to happen happened.
So, Kara, you and I went to the Fleshbot Sex Awards on Wednesday night (because Time Out NY kindly asked me to) and we had many 90s-womanish thoughts.
I wrote most of my observations on the event down for TONY, but I think there’s lots more to say about the whole “third wave feminists are sex-positive/slutty/getting duped by men to act porno-sexy when they should be getting a PhD” thing that I feel has been the major analysis of Gen-X smut in recent years.
I’ve always hated that argument, but I also didn’t really enjoy the kind of “sexiness” that’s on display at the Box. Something about that Cinemax-sexy posturing makes me kind of ill. Do people really find it hot? It seems so pre-internet.
Remember when that naked porn star Belladonna was deep-throating the dildo and dancing around kind of absent-mindedly and we were like, “She seems like she’s having more fun than the black-lingerie-clad girls who were making out with each other earlier and seemed so bored . . . or does she just seem high?”