There is a big difference between seeing sex on screen, reading about it and doing it. The three are worlds apart, and it is a difficult task for filmmakers to shock or titillate with kinky sex when it's become something almost pedestrian and readily available on your iPhone.
I guess what I'm wondering (in addition to the whole white privilege, famous daughter thing compounded by the conventionally "hot" body and a damn nice set of tits thing) is whether #freethenipple is really the way to actualize change.
As a child, I was raised by one parent who was a charter subscriber to Ms. magazine and spent weekends in the bachelor pad of another who collected (also from its first issue) Playboy. Perhaps it is no wonder then that today I am a professor of gender and sexuality studies,
The Queen of the Sexual Revolution was Brigitte and women everywhere copied her hair, her makeup and her first bikini that she barely wore at Cannes and the hot pants she wore with boots on the streets of Paris.
What is it that makes some men think that if a woman accepts their Facebook friend request, she's ready for Sexy time, Borat-style? Terminal optimism? An embrace of the precious moment? Does playing Whack-a-Mole with female sexuality allow some men to achieve the Power of Now?
Why is it such a surprise that a sexual revolution exists amidst the "Ayatollahs, religious fanaticism, veiled women" in Iran? Did Orientalism get in the way of depicting the people of the Islamic Republic as progressive in the realm of sexuality?
"What if sleeping with some guy is squashing his motivation to go out and find the true love of his life because his immediate sexual needs are being met? Meanwhile, some other girl is doing the same with the guy you're supposed to be with."
Why did it takes us so long to arrive at a positive media portrayal of first sexual experiences -- planned, protected yet ignited by romantic passion? And why has the Glee episode sparked such a controversy?