Well, this will probably get this site blocked in high schools, result in unwanted traffic from google searchers and provide a significant test of the WordPress 2.0 comment spam trapping… But this is just too good, funny and darn it important to pass up:
Susie Bright usually lives up to her name. She is one of the outstanding advocates of real sexual education. Here, she is on the invaluable Huffington Post reacting to a reactionary piece of writing by Daphne Merkin, (whom Ms. Bright dubs “The Lady Who Talks Dirty But Hates Sex”) in The New York Times Magazine, titled Our Vaginas Ourselves.
The Blog | Susie Bright: Daphne Merkin Needs To Get Spanked Again | The Huffington Post
I was alone in the 1970s with a copy of Our Bodies Ourselves, when I first took a look at my vulva. No obligations, just a sincere curiousity. I was fascinated that the mirror could teach me so much. It never occurred to me to hate what I saw — quite the opposite. I didn’t meet a “women’s collective” with whom I could share these kind of observations for several years, but when I did, I was thrilled with their confidence and generosity. It was one of the best things that ever happend to me as a young woman.
The reason wealthy women are signing up for a vaginal cut-fest, to outfit themselves for trophy-mounting, is because of feminism’s faint heartbeat, not its triumph. The kind of thinking that spurs “hymen reattachment” is the ideology where a woman is valued for her virginity, and her property value. It’s high-priced genital mutilation, fashioned for the 90210 Snob Set. Daphne’s closer to them than she thinks.
[She then turns the platform over to a real guru, Betty Dodson:]
Today, modern sexually sophisticated women are outsourcing their orgasms using their fingers or vibrators for direct clitoral stimulation alone and during partnersex. Come on, all you V-girls! You’ll love it once you discover that exciting bundle of eight-thousand nerve endings in your clitoris. It’s just above the vaginal opening where your first boyfriend spent all his time poking his finger inside thinking he was on target. Meanwhile you were wondering if this was “sex,” feigning pleasure in case it was.