Word: phallicism
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...very far cry from the ritual indictments of the past on the grounds of racism, sexism, greed and so forth that increasingly substitute for thought among our academics. Lo, the Native American! See, he is depicted as dying! And note the subservient posture of the squaw! And the phallic arrow on the ground, emblem of his lost though no doubt conventionally exaggerated potency! Eeew, gross! Next slide...
...figure of a lone man caressing a phallic piece of sculpture begins Whose Life is it Anyway?, a play that explores one man's reaction to the loss of his sexuality and the use of his body...
...exquisite, large-scale paintings by Cy Twombly and some of Robert Rauschenberg's early combines, like Rebus, 1955; from James Rosenquist's room- size F-111, 1964-65, and a reassembly of some of the passionate, gaudy fragments from Claes Oldenburg's Store of 1961-62 to Brancusi's phallic bronze, Princess X, 1916, and one of the greatest of all Legers, The City...
...movie opens with yuppie couple Sam Wheat (Patrick Swayze) and Molly Jensen (Demi Moore) moving into one of those ridiculously large New York apartments that only people in movies can afford. They're happy, after their fashion--late at night, when Molly can't sleep, she shapes clay phallic symbols on her pottery wheel and Sam wakes up and helps her. Despite the fact his hands are caked with clay, he rubs her thighs. She gets all hot and bothered, and they dance to a great oldie playing on their living room jukebox. Then they kiss, slow and long, before...
Wrap socialism, feminism and environmentalism into one person's sensibility, and what you're likely to get is a lousy dinner guest -- someone who will find alienation in a Johnny Carson monologue, pesticides in an arugula salad and phallic symbols in the latest James Bond movie. But in contrast to some of the solemn ideologues who share her causes, Barbara Ehrenreich is a leftist with levity, so don't get discouraged about the title of this provocative new collection of essays...