Last week on Scandal vs. Homeland: You should watch Weeds.
This week on Scandal (“More Cattle, Less Bull”) vs. Homeland (“The Yoga Play”): You should watch Chinatown.
As always, beware: spoilers.
When men write women, the results are tiresome. Reading at random, you will occasionally come across a Lisbeth Salander, a Maria Dmitryevna Akhrosimova, or a Ma Joad, a character with interiority and what feels like her own life off the page. Far too often, though, when you open up a book by a male writer—even a good male writer, and occasionally even a great male writer—you encounter ladies who are a variation on one or more of four themes: virgin, whore, mother, bitch. Sometimes, the ladies begin as one (usually "virgin") and progress through the others by the end of the book, because character development! Emma Bovary holds the distinction [...]
The trans-vaginal ultrasound wand really is as big as they say: faced with one, I flashed back to the scene in Marla Singer’s apartment in Fight Club where, sitting on her dresser, there is a dildo of unusual size. Tyler Durden may not have been daunted in the moment, but, eyeing the wand, I was. Before I could say anything, though, the doctor squirted the length of it with unromantic-looking blue lube and thrust it inside me.
Lying on my back in a putty-colored paper gown, I felt like one of those unfortunate souls who believe they've been abducted and probed by aliens. I squirmed, trying to find a [...]