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Christie Hefner: Feminist nightmare?
The Playboy heiress fights for women's rights but not against male fantasy. How does this make her an enemy?
It’s a coming-of-age cliché: A boy finds his father’s collection of Playboys and, in an act of indirect male-bonding, jerks off to the very same pictorials as his pops. A lesser-told story — one that tends not to be so wistfully remembered — is that of girls‘ discovery of the Paternal Stash. It’s a sexual rite of passage that can be fraught with confusion, anger or outrage. It might even inspire a Freudian frisson in which daddy’s innocent little angel gets off on the idea of being one of these worshiped sex symbols.
Think that’s all very psychosexually complicated? Imagine being the daughter of the man responsible for fathering all of those images — as is the case for 56-year-old Christie Hefner, who was profiled in Sunday’s New York Times. But don’t expect her to get much feminist sympathy.
It’s hard to know exactly what it was like for Hefner growing up with an eternally pubescent father whom she only saw a few times a year at his famed mansion. What we do know, though, is that she grew up to become a self-declared feminist committed to innumerable liberal causes, including reproductive rights and workplace equality; she also reigned for 20 years as the CEO of Playboy Enterprises, pushing the company onto the Web and into hardcore porn. Some charge that her liberal feminist activism evidences her guilty conscience over spending so many years promoting an unrealistic female sexual ideal, while others have seen it as an empty ploy to overhaul the company’s image. One thing is for sure: She still isn’t a popular feminist figure. Ann Bartow at Feminist Law Professors bristled at the Times’ “incredibly sycophantic” profile of Hefner and took issue with the mere two-sentence mention of “the hardcore porn that is now the mainstay of the Playboy corporation” – presumably because it would be grounds for proving Hefner’s anti-feminism.
On a similar note, Ariel Levy wondered in her book “Female Chauvinist Pigs” how Hefner “reconciled the work she does for women’s advancement with her job as head of a company that uses women as decorative inducements to masturbate.” I think the more relevant question is how she reconciled her love for her pajama-clad dad with Playboy, the graphic representation of his sexual psyche. A similar question can be asked of the current “female chauvinist pig” generation the Levy wrote about: How do you reconcile the pervasive pornographic proof of male fantasy with your love for the men in your life? As soon as puberty hit, I was exploring the deep, dark depths of male sexuality thanks to a dial-up modem and mid-’90s AOL chatrooms. When you discover the power and ubiquity of porn, especially at a young age, you’re likely to either ignore it or inure oneself to it — maybe even to learn to like it.
Hefner made her father’s empire emotionally and intellectually tenable by essentially taking charge of it. Some criticize her for failing to stage a feminist rebellion from within, instead pushing Playboy to edgier pornographic extremes. But she unflinchingly faced the reality of sexual desire — in all its politically incorrect glory — and found a way to live with it. Hefner hasn’t fought male fantasies, but she has campaigned to improve women’s realities.
Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
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.
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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