For the treatment of hysteria.
My mom likes to tell this story: there was this boy in my kindergarten class who knew entirely too much about sex for a five year old. He knew everything, in fact. One day I come home from school, and tell my mom, “Do you know what Jeromy told me today?” and proceed to explain to her, in excruciating and yet exact detail, how sex works. When I wrapped it up, I looked up at my mom with my innocent brown eyes and said, “Mama, please don’t ever let Daddy do that to you!
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March 22, 2010: Paris— a woman presenting a 18-carat diamond ring mounted in a sex toy, sold by a Paris jeweller for €40,000 ($55,000). The luxury sex toy ‘was designed for rich people who want to declare their love in a special way,’ said Jean-Francois Tokars, a manager at Maison Victor.
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First of all, Papa Smurf didn’t create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel’s evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn’t happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don’t even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That’s what’s so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What’s the point of living if you don’t have a dick?
— Donnie Darko
Rebecca Solnit discusses 'mansplaining' →
“Perhaps the translator was peeved that I insisted on playing a modest role in the conversation, but when I said something about how Women Strike for Peace, the extraordinary, little-known antinuclear and antiwar group founded in 1961, helped bring down the communist-hunting House Committee on Un-American Activities, Mr. Very Important II sneered at me. The House committee, he insisted, no longer existed in the early 1960s and, anyway, no women’s group played such a role in its downfall. His scorn was so withering, his confidence so aggressive, that arguing with him seemed a scary exercise in futility and an invitation to more insult.
I had written a book that drew from primary documents and interviews about Women Strike for Peace. But explaining men still assume that I am, in some sort of obscene impregnation metaphor, an empty vessel to be filled with their wisdom and knowledge. A Freudian would claim to know what they have and I lack, but intelligence is not situated in the crotch — even if you can write one of Virginia Woolf’s long mellifluous musical sentences about the subtle subjugation of women in the snow with your willie. Back in my hotel room, I Googled a bit and found that Eric Bentley in his definitive history of the House Committee on Un-American Activities credits Women Strike for Peace with “striking the crucial blow in the fall of HUAC’s Bastille.” In the early 1960s.”
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