Word: panderer
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...because no one had asked me. Most of the girls I knew were trained to serve the sexual code--in the expertise of how to win a man and keep him, how to flatter and flirt and sell their wiles. We disguised the jagged edges of our personalities to pander to the male appetite, and we sacrificed any principle for male applause. Trying to be siren seductresses was our assent to passivity and receptivity and all that men had laid down the definition of women to be. We gave up claim to doing what we were educated to need...
...Thus a man who, say, sponsors a ghetto child for two summer weeks in the country might be accused by the politically devoted liberal of ignoring the proper government channels, sneered at by a right-wing zealot as a "do-gooder" and denounced by a Weatherman as an irrelevant pander to a sick system...
...Camping. Unlike its prime competitor, American International Pictures, Hammer refuses to pander to the younger drive-in crowd (the bulk of the horror market in the U.S.) with more fad-conscious pictures like Was a Teenage Werewolf. Out of respect for the Karloff-Chaney-Lugosi classics of the 1930s, Sir James would never permit a Vincent Price to camp up the Gothic genre. While piling up its $100 million-plus grosses over the years, Hammer has been able to attract-if not get the best out of-such expert directors as Joseph Losey, Guy Green...
...repetitive horrors and villainies lurching unpredictably into farce. Its demonic hero, Vendice (Kenneth Haigh), is bent on revenge without a hindering trace of Hamlet's "pale cast of thought" or the Dane's meditative scruples. Vendice comes onstage fondling the skull of his poisoned mistress. He plays pander in the court of the duke who killed her. Assembling the skeleton of his beloved (he calls her "the bony lady"), Vendice gowns and perfumes her, rouges the skull's lips with poison and tricks the duke into kissing...
...tricks is postwar Britain, and involves a Minister of War and an assortment of more or less ravishing birds more or less for hire. What sets the book apart is the extraordinary skill and imagination that the author lavishes upon the title figure, Dr. Michael Cobb. Cobb is a pander in the form of a society osteopath. Yet Cassill manages to present him sympathetically as a high-souled practitioner of black magic and sexual adept who trains a young whore to take part in a serious, occult effort to persuade the rocket-rattling minister to make love...