Decade at Bernie's
Decade at Bernie's in which endless hypersexualization trends toward complete sexlessness Chris Bray Here’s the image of sex itself, richly represented in its powerful feminine form: “Sexual liberation, our deceitful mirage, ends in lassitude and inertness,” Camille Paglia wrote. Well, yeah. Pump those hips at the stage a lot, ‘cause pumping hips is being sexy . We’re nearing the moment when every new cultural artifact representing sexual behavior and identity manifests the tone and form of the strippers working near the airport on the Tuesday afternoon shift, chewing gum and watching the clock. Slip the culture a twenty, and it’ll bend over to give you a really good look at it. The metastasization of the performative thing implies the withering of the spontaneous and authentic thing that it aggressively playacts at resurrecting: We must be really sexy and liberated, ‘cause we publicly depict the grinding of parts a lot. We’re living the Weekend at Bernie’s of sex, and pre