ONE NIGHT I was talking on the phone to one of the men calling into the phone sex lines I was working on. I asked my usual icebreaker question to get the guys talking about themselves and not sex, which was whether the guy was married or single. When he said he was married, I then asked where his wife was at the moment. He said upstairs and that he got off on talking on the lines while she was sleeping. This is what people don’t understand about the entire Weiner sexting and sex chat saga. Many men do it for sport, for fun, for cheap, easy thrills and most don’t get caught.
Apologies to regular readers who already know this, but for those who don’t know, I spent 10 years or so excavating the dating, sex, and relationship industries. I was into the online dating genre long before Match.com or EHarmony were regularly advertising on TV. It’s a longer story I’ll talk about some day. One of the places I took a peek was the phone sex world. Anthony Weiner and “Sydney Leathers,” first identified by Buzzfeed, hooked up daily and enjoyed phone sex, according to reports.
Former President Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky had phone sex. It’s a perfect way for a philanderer to enjoy himself without having to pay a price. The problem comes when an affair veers into love, which is a forbidden mistake of epic proportions and equal size consequences.
Photo image by Buzzfeed.
Megan Draper’s cutting “old person” line to Don lands with the swoosh of a Samurai sword.
The new Mrs. Draper proclaim’s aloud, when she throws a party everyone wants to go home and have sex afterward.
Betty would be appalled. She would also be insanely jealous, but she has no one to blame but herself, because it’s not as if she doesn’t have the same talents and tools.
Can’t wait until the two Mrs. Drapers meet.
Marriages splitting up at mid-life.
Men marrying their secretaries.
Women’s post-fertility battle in an era where women were seen as mother and wife, but never vixen (except in Rome). It’s no wonder Betty saw a shrink.
Then came the Megan Draper generation. She’s at the heart of the sexual revolution around which Hugh Hefner said he built Playboy, because good girls like sex, too.
Way back when I was teaching ladies of Los Angeles the language of love in personal ads, at the height of the very lucrative online dating game in the mid-90s, the hardest thing to get through their heads was that describing themselves as hot, sexual femmes actually attracted the cream of the man crop. No! That can’t be possible, I’ll only get creeps, was the first reaction every time. Until they tried it and found out it was true and rarely failed.
It’s why Joan wears figure-hugging wardrobe that accentuates her curvaceous positives that resound to her benefit, all the while she torments herself over the stereotypical reactions she elicits, because she mistakenly lets it bother her.
Juxtaposed against analysis that utilizes the politics of today and the war on women to explain “Mad Men,” the purity of Megan’s character proves she requires none of that and neither does the show, which stands alone in the time that birthed it and the struggles that will remain with usas long as we live.
Nothing reveals this more clearly than the breakout moment of Megan Draper’s surprise birthday party for Don, then watching what ensues.
The original “Zou Bisou Bisou” is a 1960s French classic. Jessica Pare, who plays the character Megan Draper, makes it her own singing “Zubi Zubi Zu,” which AMC has now released on iTunes.
From the Daily Beast, a translation:
Oh! Kiss kiss
My God, they are sweet!
…Oh! Kiss kiss
the sound of kisses
…Oh! Kiss kiss
…That means, I confess
But yes, I love only you!
But it’s how Megan Draper loves Don that captures the sexual revolution that set women brave enough to embrace it free.
Seeing the new Mrs. Draper’s unabashed boldness in sharing her vulnerability honestly, it’s feminine confidence we haven’t seen.
In the last season, when Megan and Don Draper have their first flirtation, she says to him that kissing him, having sex with him in his office, has nothing to do with work. She just wants him right now.
In the 5th season opener, when Megan Draper undresses to black panties and bra to clean up their wrecked abode after Don’s surprise 40th birthday party, it is perhaps the quintessential modern woman’s sexual emancipation proclamation.
“You don’t get to have this. Go sit over there. All you get to do is watch,” Megan taunts, after all hell breaks loose over reactions to her performance.
Needless to say, no one watches, but instead they devour each other on the destroyed white carpet, which will have to be replaced.
Nothing is recycled in “Mad Men.”
Megan Draper is a grenade thrown into the midst of restless humans whose insatiable appetites are colliding with a collapsing social structure dependent on one gender’s control over the other, especially where sex is concerned. Her entry as Don’s wife feels like that moment when your last cocktail high is at its peak, before dropping you with a thud back into consciousness and you start wondering what it will take to get it back.
The obsession begins.
Even Peggy Olson has succumbed to her sexual hunger, when a renegade writer who unwittingly insults her with a sonnet becomes so entranced with her that she becomes smitten herself. Her inner kitten unleashed, because of his vulnerability that made her swoon.
It’s the sex.
People can attempt to draw correlations to today, but it just sounds silly, because the tale is timeless.
It’s simply the sex, the spark that unleashes us to one another, which in the age of “Mad Men” hadn’t included women… yet.
The Megan Draper character introduces that the more of our sexuality we own the more in control we are. It’s about confidence and knowing the power we have, which is beyond fertility if we understand that sexuality is eternal.
It’s why when Joan is called a “madam from a Shanghai whorehouse” in last season’s “Tomorrowland” it trips up so many feminist analysts, because as usual they think it’s about Joan. When what it’s really about is the man who can’t have her.
Joan and Peggy don’t get that, Megan Draper does.
This is not a Brett Favre situation or a John Ensign, David Vitter, Larry Craig, John Edwards, William Jefferson Clinton moment.
“There are photographs of me in the world. Yes,” he said. “We dont know where the photograph came from. We don’t know for sure what’s on it, we don’t know for sure if its been manipulated, if it was taken out of one place and dropped in something else. And I’m going to let this firm try to get to the bottom of all that.” He said he for sure did not SEND the photo. – Weiner ‘can’t say with certitude’ that lewd photo isn’t of him
Rep. Anthony Weiner has retained a private security firm to investigate what he’s calling a “prank.” Weiner gets points for originality when he points to not wanting to use taxpayer dollars it would cost to involve the Capitol Police.
So, we have a “lewd” picture passed over technology that is allegedly Anthony Weiner rising, pun intended, which he adamantly says he did not send.
We know the college student who received the lewd shot, Gennette Cordova, says she is not having an affair with Rep. Weiner. We also know there are other female Twitter followers of Weiner who raised people’s curiosity, including “Miss Ginger Lee,” an adult actress. Pictures of these women are now plastered across the world.
In the background is Huma Abedin, who is married to Weiner and also happens to be an aide for Hillary Clinton.
The Right wants to humiliate Anthony Weiner any way they can, but there was no affair that we know of and no woman is claiming so. The questions remaining start with whether these Twitter associations and flirtations are cheating, then who passed the “lewd” photo to Miss Cordova and how it was obtained in the first place.
Weiner’s credibility hangs in that balance, as does his reputation, but neither means he can’t do his job, which is what the amateur blog sleuths are working to prove, while destroying his career.
Voyeurism and non-physical connection is powerful. It goes back a long way, but technology blasted it wide in the ’90s with personal ads. That’s when I was at the LA Weekly as “relationship consultant,” my whole job in the classified ad department revolving around teaching women and men how to connect through words and voicemail messages to attract the right person for what they desired, which was usually marriage; there were those times when arrangements were sought, which I also helped people navigate. It’s where I learned about the politics of sex through talking to many people over several years, including in the adult industry. If I had a dime for the number of men wanting to be a pen pal with a famous stripper I’d have retired in ’98.
Now Rep. Anthony Weiner’s dating past is also being chummed. There’s nothing wrong with being a “playboy” when you’re single, though the definition in this MSNBC article is laugh out loud hilarious. He’s also being called a “womanizer,” but enjoying the ladies doesn’t make that label stick. Why wouldn’t a man enjoy us? We’re fabulous. Weiner’s married not dead.
Right now Anthony Weiner is alleging he’s the “victim” of a “prank.” Perhaps it’s even a malicious political dirty trick akin to ratf–cking made famous by Republicans back in the days of Richard Nixon. But if Mr. Weiner is a “victim” of anything it’s his own ego.
That’s certainly not a crime. It’s not even political malpractice, but it’s proving very embarrassing.
Ask anyone who’s been caught reaching out over technology to flirt with someone. The thrill is the secret and the distance, not consummation. Your worst nightmare is someone finding out, let alone having it blasted across the new media world we live in and being asked if that engorged package in the picture is you.
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We told you so! Governor screws long-time staffer, produces love child, film at eleven!
Arnold joins the John Edwards Stupid club, because it’s not that he couldn’t have protected himself against fathering a love child.
Meet the spoiled man child. A macho man who thinks there are separate rules just for him, because he’s always slid by on them before. Given the Kennedy obsession it’s also just as likely that he felt he was emulating the best of the sporting man image that his closeness to the Kennedy family inspired.
Before he took office over a dozen women provided their stories of the kind of man Schwarzenegger was, but voters of California didn’t care. The sad thing for Maria Shriver is the fool factor, because if you’ve got that many women coming forward it’s a warning sign, not a signal that it’s in his past.
So, Arnold Schwarzenegger turns out to be exactly the type of man many living in Los Angeles, including myself, always heard he was. A womanizing cad who’s so selfish he didn’t even protect those he purports to love. It’s another new low for the political man class.
Former California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger and his wife, Maria Shriver, separated after she learned he had fathered a child more than a decade ago — before his first run for office — with a longtime member of their household staff.
Shriver moved out of the family’s Brentwood mansion earlier this year, after Schwarzenegger acknowledged the paternity. The staff member worked for the family for 20 years, retiring in January.
“After leaving the governor’s office I told my wife about this event, which occurred over a decade ago,” Schwarzenegger said Monday night in a statement issued to The Times in response to questions. “I understand and deserve the feelings of anger and disappointment among my friends and family. There are no excuses and I take full responsibility for the hurt I have caused. I have apologized to Maria, my children and my family. I am truly sorry. “I ask that the media respect my wife and children through this extremely difficult time,” the statement concluded. “While I deserve your attention and criticism, my family does not. ”
The least he could have done was police his penis.
There are individuals who exert no control over their impulses because they crave the conquest. They like the thrill of strange, the excitement of the danger of illicit love. But it’s a deep character flaw that drives these insecure, selfish people into a deep hole of shame, which they also can’t seem to live without. That they drag their trusting spouses down into their depravity is the tragedy.
Maria Shriver gave up her NBC career to be first lady of California, putting her own life second to his, though she’s made the most of it and will no doubt come out ahead. She also had the smarts to move out after his admission, which came only after he left the governorship, with Shriver reportedly unhappy for quite some time.
It’s difficult to understand any woman who doesn’t leave a man who’s a serial philanderer. It was part of Hillary’s problem with young women in 2008. What type of wife puts up with this behavior year and year? But at least Bill never fathered a child.
All I ever knew of Schwarzenegger is the macho man who used to sit in the courtyard of a tiny bistro in Beverly Hills, way in the back smoking a cigar and holding court with his motorcycle buddies, as they watched women walk past on their way to go shopping. His half-closed lids, tilted head and smug demeanor set, as he scoped the woman walking by.
Womanizers very rarely give up the sport until they’re humiliated, usually taking everyone around them down too.
Now Maria Shriver joins Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, as well as the other Kennedy wives and their related kin, all of whom loved men whose morals came out of an era that winked and nodded at philanderers as simply boys will be boys, while the women stood by in silent humiliation.
source: Taylor Marsh