UPDATE: well, he apologized and said my comment was "legitimate" (which still kind of irked me, but whatever).
SECOND UPDATE: We are still going at it in comments. I love Ross Brighton! He quotes Guy Debord: "Every speech act is a political act."
Vinny: There are some girls who are just going to come here, strip off their clothes and jump in the jacuzzi. Then there are some girls that are respectful, that you have to actually treat like girls, human beings.
One of my husbands once told me: all women are whores, you’ve just been controlling yourself lately. From a purely medical point of view, when is a woman a whore?
A woman is a whore when she gets her first period; until then, is she just a future whore?
Not at all, a woman is a whore even when she screams no, no, no, when her daddy thrusts his huge prick into her five-year-old pussy.
She’s a whore at fourteen, when she leaves the house in a miniskirt, tights, and a low-cut T-shirt . . . It’s her own fault if someone grabs her in the park at five in the afternoon and rapes her.
A woman is a whore when she doesn’t tell her fourteen-year-old daughter that all little girls in mini-skirts, tights, and low-cut T-shirts are whores.
A woman is a whore when she goes into a bar alone in the evening, when she goes into a restaurant alone at two in the afternoon, when she goes into a café alone in the morning. If she weren’t a whore she wouldn’t go into these male spaces unaccompanied, her body is itself a clear message: I need a dick.
In a world where women are commodities, a woman who refuses to sell herself will have the thing she refuses to sell taken away from her by force. The piety, the gentleness, the honesty, the sensitivity, all the qualities she has learned to admire in herself, are invitations to violence; all her life, she has been groomed for the slaughterhouse.
I definitely agree that in tropic of cancer miller's persona is not sadistic. misogynist? yeah. but then, as i think about struggling with social expectations of masculinity in that era, and about modernism itself- about mass production and the assembly line, i begin to wonder if his sexuality in this work is a means of countering the mass production of ethics and moralities and refuting the command to fall in step with these things... a return to the "primal" (pre-christian morality) in an attempt to find the pure core of humanity... modernism's charge to find a pure expression of self. is violence a pure expression? is there a place within where emotion is still untainted by expectation? is this hysteria? there is a definite calling toward transcendence in his book... a hope for it... and maybe by any means necessary.
As I say, she was different, Germaine. Later, when she discovered my true circumstances, she treated me nobly - blew me drinks, gave me credit, pawned my things, introduced me to her friends, and so on.
And while it's very nice to know that a woman has a mind, literature coming from the cold corpse of a whore is the last thing to be served in bed.