Word: phalli
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...impregnates Julie Christie. I should also mention that the computer, whose name is Proteus, uses a bronze metal phallus.Why must we look back in disgusted admiration at such an objectively absurd film? Certainly not because American cinema is in need of more misogyny, more rape scenes, or more metal phalli. Rather, our horror films—which are supposedly the products of a rich, illustrious Western mythic tradition dating back to who-knows-when—have become stale and boringly safe. Consider what dark fantasies have been offered to us recently—moldy, twice-baked garbage like...
...lipsticks are lined up like little bombs, or phalli, viz, any Xaviera Hollander column in Penthouse. The pop-anthropologists say that the lips are secondary sex organs, turning lightly the fancy of young men to less public parts of the body; setting off the subliminal alarm of desire...
Dressed in flowing robes and brandishing umbrellas and giant phalli, the celebrants marched from Matthews to the John Harvard statue where David S. Kenyon '76, High Priest, gave a sermon on "lecherous living" which was received with general applause and shouts of "I believe" and "Amen, brother...
Over the centuries, there have been two kinds of theater, the elitist and the vulgarian. In Aristophanic comedies, male characters were endowed with huge prop phalli with which they thwacked each other. Early forms of the Kabuki theater were closed down by the shogun in 17th century Japan for encouraging prostitution and inciting lewd homosexual byplay on and off stage. Italy's commedia dell'arte was frequently obscene in word and gesture...
Pendulous Philosophy. There is a little something here to set everyone's gorge agurgling. There is Mae West, grinding her ancient hips in a grotesque parody of bygone eroticism; her entire accomplishment consists of dreary one-liners about bed and phalli. There is John Huston, demeaning himself as the slob-gutted, sagebrush sybarite. There is Rex Reed, whose debut as an actor is on a par with the best line the scriptwriter could give him to scream: "Where are my tits?" There is Raquel herself, who wanders about in virtual unemployment, spouting pendulous philosophy á la Vidal...