Can you dress like a porn star and still be a feminist? Virginia Vitzthum considers women's sex clubs, amateur strippers, and little girls in playboy t-shirts and wonders if do-me feminism is all done
I ask whom the bad, damaging feminists are. Long pause, then Kramer says, "Valerie Solanas", the author of the SCUM (Society for Cutting Up Men) Manifesto. That satiric rant calling for the death of all males was published in 1971 only because its author had shot Andy Warhol; to call Solanas a representative feminist is like calling every Beatles fan a Mark David Chapman. Gallagher tosses out "All intercourse is rape," the ubiquitous summary of Andrea Dworkin invariably trotted out to discredit all feminists.
It's dismaying to hear feminists writing off their second-wave foremothers, without whom they likely wouldn't have the opportunity to start a female-sexuality-based business.
And I do not recognize this sex negativity. Over the years I've read Virginia Woolf, Simone de Beauvoir, Gloria Steinem, bell hooks, Susan Faludi, Naomi Wolf, Eve Ensler, Kathleen Hanna, and even snarly Andrea Dworkin, and not one has ever shamed me about sex or discouraged me from loving men. Gallagher says the list above, Ensler excepted, has nothing to do with sex, but all those writers taken together have reassured me to trust my gut that the double standard is hypocritical and that sexual pleasure is mine to enjoy with my regular-looking body.