Blog Lesson
on 06/20/2010 at 04:33 PM
My god! I read those when they were actually in the National Lampoon magazine! Musta been in the late 60’s - early 70’s ... yes?
Yes.
R says they’re parodies, and points out the almost Shakespearean turn-about in the writing.
I fail to see that.
I’m no prude. As a starving college student I actually worked in a porn shop for about a month. Everything from “toys” to “cast from life” models which would give most horses an inferiority complex, to bong parts, to my daily task of keeping the Love Ewe properly inflated. And the vinyl goods with their restraining devices. And actual porn. Magazines of such low quality and vile demeanor that you simply can not imagine. And videos by the thousand. The tittilation wore off in about 5 minutes. It was pretty sad actually. Fat hairy asses with boils, tied up and getting branded. Ooh baby, I’m so turned on. Not a chance pal.
Saddest part was the area’s nascent gay community, or whoever they were, who would use the “movie booths” in the back, and be complaining when we opened the store at 8:01am. They had no time to waste. My job was to sell them the movie tokens; I was forbidden from even going back to the room where the booths were. We had a hippie on the payroll, who would drop a bit of acid every afternoon before swabbing the place out. “Man, like, you need a really good head for this job.” he’d tell me. Even the mega-stoner wouldn’t do that work sober.
And off in one corner were the little smut books. “Big dog, good dog” was one title, and you can figure out the plot from there. “Two horses was not enough” was another. “Tape and Wire: the summer camp adventures”. “Teaching Teacher”. And these were the “normal” books. The LGBT ones and the dark fetish ones were even sicker. The place wasn’t very busy and there wasn’t a lot to do, so yeah, I read several of them. Those that weren’t just terribly sad were seriously mentally ill. Depraved. Stomach churning nightmare generators. The “Freaky Friday” theme in the two National Lampoon stories he links to was common. All of them included “forced sex” just like these two do. Only with more detail of the suffering, and how the victim attained ultimate sexual satisfaction thereby. These are not parodies. They are not humor. They are hijacked versions of fairly common novels of perversion, but actually written better than most. Take those porn stories Obama’s education czar wants to put on your child’s reading list and take them down about 4 levels of class and sophistication.
And I learned the look of the customers who bought those books, who often stank of old BO and cheap booze and drugs. The kind of people who think a proper fisting kit isn’t the government supplied latex glove, but some old motor oil and ground glass. The kind of people your first instinct is to shoot on sight, just on general principle, then set fire to, just to be safe. And have garlic and silver on hand, just in case. Those books were their worlds. Fun and games for them, ideas for them. Light reading for relaxation. And for all I know they were also the authors.
So tell me again how this is funny.
Whoa, Drew. Easy does it.
I didn’t re-read them just now other than the first sentence or two- which I recall from waaaay back then.
But I do seem to recall them being just meaningless & silly parodies, as this “R” person apparently asserts. I mean - who could take anything in NL published seriously?
NL? The mag that said, “If Ted Kennedy had driven a Volkswagen to Chappaquiddick, he’d be President today!”, or published the photo of the black marine in uniform with his pockets pulled out - saying, “De Po’. De black. De Marines.”
Your “month” in the sleaze shop seems to have seriously marked you. That phrase “love ewe” has definitely marked me.
While I am not for censorship - and in Europe I did go to some places I probably would not go to here in the US - I’m with Drew - there is a fine line between erotic and dangerous and I’m sorry for anyone to believe that a little force, a little fear or a little violence and sex go together - well I’m against that.
I too don’t see the humor - good parody is the grain of truth - so what is the grain of truth in this mess? I fail to see it at all.
Thus the parody (humor) fails me.
And once again - I go back to the failures in the US began in the 60s/70s - when the ‘media’ began to tear apart the foundations of America - even using humor.
And we let it happen.
McGoo is right, my exposure has strongly marked me. I have seen the underbelly of the beast, and I probably tend to cry wolf, or at least react stronger than most, at lesser signs. I make no apologies that I go all Carrie Nation on the subject. You can’t be against sexual violence, pedophilia, teacher-student sexuality, or even actual sexual harassment in the workplace while reveling in the reading or watching of the same. Run of the mill erotica isn’t under discussion here, whether it’s pictures of pretty naked people or videos of Madison Ivy going at with the whole soccer team, or stories of “once at band camp”; these are all voluntary acts, no matter how detailed.
And I agree with Wardmama quite a bit that but I’ll add that one man’s meat may be another man’s poison: your concept of erotica, and humor I suppose, may be depravity to someone else. My personal line in the sand tells me that if more force or aggression is involved than the receiver is happy to accept, more than just that generated by the urgency of passion or shared experimentation, then we’re dealing with depravity, and that there is no context ever in which that is entertaining or humorous. And I will judge you based on my line.
On the one hand:
But there can be, there is, entertainment, humor, and voyeuristic stimulation in voluntary erotica. And it comes in many forms. McGoo, the tag line for the Love Ewe was “all the pleasures of real sheep without any of the mess or worry.” These days the ad copy is “designed by the erotic sheep experts, professionally designed, built for years of use.” And the inflation valve was at the bottom of one of the legs, in case you were wondering. We had a foot pump to do the job too.On the other hand:
We may experience a bit of temporary schadenfreude when some heinous villain gets sent off to prison where we gleefully look forward to their daily anal molestation as they serve their time. But those who would find enjoyment in actually witnessing such a thing are deranged in my opinion. Or more than once, given the natural desire for vengeance. The prevalence of such behavior in our jails is a horrendous indictment of our prison system; such cruel and unusual punishment would NEVER be handed down from the bench, so its existence within the jails is an abhorrent aberration. Better to build prisons 4 times as large so that each inmate has their own cell and allow only heavily guarded inmate interaction. Still better would be the immediate execution of all such perpetrators, whether their actions occurred inside or outside of prison. And doing that would require rewriting quite a number of the laws on the subject to keep the borderline cases from falling under such a mandate: there are plenty of acts between two people that are classified as sex crimes that are often entirely, eagerly voluntary between the people involved that should not be punished in any way.That was more info than I ever wanted to know about love ewes. Serves me right for mentioning it.
And you’re right: Some years ago I (for instance) rejoiced at the news that Jimmy Baker (that sleazeball preacher who went to prison) allegedly got nailed by Big Bruce and his 10-inch Butterfinger (or whoever) while serving time.
But I would not care to witness it or hear a detailed description.
I seem to recall that humor - defined - is our reaction to an interrupted defense mechanism. So any offensive imagery - evoked only via word description - can qualify as humor if evoked specifically to be “interrupted”.
I must be missing something…
There were some paperbacks like that making the ‘rounds’ on my ship, but, with one exception (wish I could remember it, it was a Sword & Sorcery fantasy sex novel that was quite good for the genre. You’d’ve had a good story even without the gratuitous sex scenes.) I passed them on via the expedient of just leaving them on the mess deck. Most of them had the words ‘dog’ or ‘horse’ or ‘sister’ in the title. Not my preferred reading material. The fact that someone left them in our bunk space annoyed me.
Like I said, what am I missing? I went to the link and found this:
I posted my response to Drew below. I wanted to comment on his blog, but you have to be registered, and registrations are closed.
I was surprised that registrations are closed. Is this true? If so, why? That would explain why some friends of mine aren’t commenting. I steered them to BMEWS. Wish I’d known they couldn’t join.
BTW, for those who like good stories that would still be great without the gratuitous sex, might I recommend:
Wasn’t there a troll/spam issue here a while back?
Or was that a dream...?
Chris, I’m getting tired of hearing that from people. How do you get “registrations are closed” from “new here? Register by email” or whatever it says.
Ok, I’m usually a couple days behind on the blog email, but I do make the effort. I just registered several people the other day, even going back and changing a username to something they liked better.
Maybe I should just turn off registrations and leave the whole thing open. But I can’t make the Captcha thing work here, and I do not want this place bombed with spam again.
