Sex, Art, and American Culture: Essays

Really, its the essay on how Rock Music is wasted national resource that real caught my eye. The book itself is very Dante-esque in how its written, which I must admit made me like even more.

She's got some balls and she talks a mighty game but she comes across as a kook because of her comic pompousness and self adulation. The way she lurches from topic to topic and races off on strange tangents gives her the tone of a seriously coked up comedian terrified that she's going to lose her audience if she doesn't bully them into a response. Her criticisms of identity/postmodernist feminism...more

She's got some balls and she talks a mighty game but she comes across as a kook because of her comic pompousness and self adulation. The way she lurches from topic to topic and races off on strange tangents gives her the tone of a seriously coked up comedian terrified that she's going to lose her audience if she doesn't bully them into a response. Her criticisms of identity/postmodernist feminism do hit some real targets though and she's nothing if not entertaining but her desire to provoke a rise is crude and puerile and soon begins to bore. Fatally, she throws around the accusation of shoddy research and a lack of academic rigour at nearly every other intellectual but she positively gorges on categorical statements, sweeping generalizations and ludicrously flimsy connections in her tsunami of desperate verbiage. Perhaps less like a comedian and more like and over educated bag lady.   hide

ooooh this book'll make you think. i don't agree with all of what she believes, but the way she states her case makes it attractive, you know? i kinda wanna kiss her and slap her at the same time. is that weird?