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Whom to marry?
Lily Bart in "The House of Mirth" is like any modern woman -- faced with terrible choices about love.
In the 21st century, some people are going to complain that the new film directed by Terence Davies, “The House of Mirth,” is all very well — but hasn’t the world changed enormously since 1905, when the Edith Wharton novel was published? After all, they’ll say, who can really credit or fully sympathize with someone like Lily Bart now. She’s beautiful, she’s able (in the broadest sense) and she’s intelligent. She is played by Gillian Anderson, isn’t she? And Anderson surely stands as a woman with a mind and a career of her own, someone who has played a woman with a serious (albeit ridiculous) job on “The X-Files,” so that she doesn’t just moon around all the time hoping that David Duchovny will kiss her.
Whereas Lily Bart in this new film is a marginal figure in the snakepit of New York society and period clothes who cannot think her way past the roadblock question Who are you going to marry, Lily? Because, by 1905, she knows enough to know that question is out of all proportion to such emotional truths as whether she’s in love or not. And thats an archaic issue next to today’s young woman’s certainty that it’s up to her whether she marries or not, or does a damn thing, because life has secured some freedoms for women — like the right to be poor, alone, with children to raise and without a dash of security.
In other words, times haven’t changed that much, even if the young woman of 23 or 25, or even 27, feels more confidence about life. One of the great fallacies in the freeing of sex as a subject (so that our Lilies can fuck around to their hearts’ content, without much fear of lost reputation, let alone lost youth or beauty) is that it relieves the besieged anxiety of the well set-up wife. I mean the woman with a large house, a successful husband and several children in private schools. The woman who does charitable work, runs the house, plans the vacation, keeps trim with tennis, aerobics and tantric sex, who reads the best modern novels and still prays every night on her credit cards that the husband doesn’t go all the way with the bimbo. And he might, because people put so much more weight on sex now — on what they call sexual liberty.
So the rhetoric has changed, but it still matters whom you marry or what your status is in the marriage. If you doubt it, try living out the rest of your life on the woman’s end of an “amicable” California divorce. So I’m not sure if it isn’t just that Lily Bart has been left a victim to her own great social intelligence, weighing love or suitability, and never quite being there, in line, when all the doors open.
I felt I was seeing a movie about today, just one that was done with the kind of insight or critical thinking that Edith Wharton or Henry James took for granted. So I have no trouble at all in fixing on the tragic sexuality of Anderson’s Lily, and the heart-stopping way in which she kisses; she kisses as if it was a tenderness she had invented, one that seems as intimate and perilous as putting open wounds together. That’s why I’d rate it as the sexual performance of the year, and why I was unsurprised by that needy mouth turning to poison.
David Thomson is the author of "A Biographical Dictionary of Film" (new edition just published), "Rosebud: The Story of Orson Welles" and "In Nevada." More David Thomson.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
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Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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