I meant to respond to Steven ING a long time ago; unfortunately, I’m a slovenly mess with zero personal accountability. My unvarying response to life’s smallest challenges is to gasp, start panting, and hopelessly flop onto my side like exhausted, fat dog being chased up stairs. So that’s why it’s taken me this long to respond to the most interesting comment on my “Sexy Moves that Make You Want to Stab Yourself” article. Steven ING said:
“You have a lot of rules about being sexy and most of them seem to be very politically correct ones. Is there no sexual fascination that is at all dark for you or is it all of the responsible, nonsexist, American feminist approved type? It seems to me that the book title “Bad Men Do What Good Men Dream” states perfectly that not all of our fantasies (some of which are set to film) are so correct and that many of our sexiest fantasies (also sometimes set to film) are exciting precisely because they are SO wrong. Art often illuminates what the rest of us are afraid to say aloud. This doesn’t make Art right…but at least we’re talking about the repressed and the forbidden. You seem to delight in tearing down without taking the chance of explaining what you think is sexy; please do sometime.”