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Ben Affleck sexy?
Sorry, People: The guy who took the sizzle out of sex with a lesbian in "Chasing Amy" is just a bland everyman -- even if he is dating J.Lo.
Within minutes of People magazine’s announcement that Ben Affleck is this year’s “sexiest man alive,” e-mail outrage flooded my in box. These are typical:
No way. He looks like a boy — and kinda pasty.
Have you ever noticed how small his teeth are? He looks like he’s still got his milk teeth. How can you be sexy when you’re still teething?
I have it on very good authority that he wears a hairpiece.
He’s just riding J.Lo’s coattails.
I’m sorry, People, and no disrespect to J.Lo (his fiancée, Jennifer Lopez), but Ben Affleck is not sexy. Ben Affleck is tall, buff, inoffensive, possibly charming, totally all-American. But from “Pearl Harbor,” where he played Sgt. Square Jaw, to “Armageddon,” where he played Capt. Cleft Chin, the guy is as far from Take Me Now as any Teflon god in recent American cinema. Is he pretty? Sure, in an “I can’t remember what he looks like when he leaves the screen” kind of way. Except for the milk teeth, that is. If anything, he’s That Guy, the one outsider girls want because he’s so phenomenally mediocre that he may be able to transfer his normalcy to you via bodily fluids.
When was the last time you got turned on by a Ben Affleck love scene? (The one with Matt Damon in “Good Will Hunting” doesn’t count.) In “Armageddon,” when he made marching an animal cracker across Liv Tyler’s naked stomach look boring? In “Bounce,” where he rolled around unconvincingly with a woman he was shtupping in real life, Gwyneth Paltrow? In his first dubious shot at indie credibility, “Chasing Amy,” when he somehow managed to take the sizzle out of screwing a lesbian?
Even the folks at People seem to know there’s a problem. Jennifer Garner, his costar in the upcoming “Daredevil,” swoons: “He’s IT. You want him to save you. I can’t imagine anyone the world would rather swoop in and save the day than Ben.”
Well, that’s funny, “Alias” girl, because I can. How about Russell Crowe, Vin Diesel, Clive Owen, Denzel Washington, Colin Farrell, Kiefer Sutherland, or even — yeah, Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man, who if not necessarily sexy, was at least cute and corruptible and knew how to kiss upside down. But this isn’t about being saved. This is about being bent over a chair. You’re supposed to want to ravish the guy, or have him ravish you.
The very next rave about Ben tells us he’s “really loyal, and really honest and really smart, and really funny.” That’s less interesting than the fact that the source is Matt Damon, whose grounds for commenting on buddy Ben’s sex appeal are either nonexistent or the hottest story of the year.
Finally — and this is at least kinky, if not sexy — our third endorsement comes from his mom. She wants us to know that she really approves of his relationship with J.Lo. We can watch that relationship chronicled ad nauseam in the new video for “Jenny From the Block,” in which J.Lo writhes in 42 pounds of body makeup and croons, “Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got.” The video, which happens to costar Buff Young Ben, the most recent purveyor of said rocks, stands as proof that Ben has to be sexy: He literally gets to kiss J.Lo’s million-dollar ass.
Perhaps there’s someone else smoldering under Affleck’s vanilla multiplex persona. After all, Affleck says he has an indie heart — he takes big-budget roles only so he can afford to finance his beloved small projects, like “Dogma” (good, but not sexy) or his surprisingly well-executed role as a charisma-free boor in “Shakespeare in Love.” Maybe he’s really a dangerous indie stud underneath it all, the ultimate subversive. (And maybe he’s sleeping with J.Lo to improve his chances with Janeane Garofalo?)
But I think the big-budget roles, the ones that pay for the rocks J.Lo asks us to ignore — “Pearl Harbor,” “Armageddon” and “The Sum of All Fears” — are the real Affleck. There’s always the jingoistic attempt at macho, but in the end he’s a bland American everyman.
Maybe that’s supposed to be sexy now that we’re going off to war. But I’m not buying that. Give me Diesel, Crowe, Sutherland, or Denzel — now. If Ben Affleck is sexy, then the terrorists have won.
Sheerly Avni is a freelance writer living in Oakland. More Sheerly Avni.
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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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.
Continue Reading CloseMother-daughter sexperts
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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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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