Word: smutting
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Next, to cries of "smut" and the clatter of forks on trays, cheerleaders ran through their rendition of a "wild Indian dance," flinging each other about like so many butter-pats at a Union food fight...
...most quasi-liberated housewives won't have them, being just with-it enough to fill their bookshelves with Erica Jong but not serious enough to challenge their minds with something truly bad, truly thought-provoking. The acceptable suburban raunch used to be The Happy Hooker, pure and wholesome smut, until women's lib hit the suburbs and Fear of Flying replaced the dog-eared Xaviera Hollander paperback because Erica had something important to say. This was smut with a message...
...other words, where Flying pretends to moralize smut, Fanny purports to dignify outrage. That any woman should allow herself to be raped by her stepfather, humiliated by the homosexual lover of the man she herself loves, and abused by a gang of perverted female whores is hardly forgivable, let alone heroic or commendable. Add to this the confusion Jong creates by eventually granting Fanny her converted, no-longer-gay man and by indicting such distinguished writers as Alexander Pope and Jonathan Swift as Fanny's not-so-distinguished lovers. The result is a novel that, in self-consciously trying...
Fear of Flying was not a good novel insofar as it told us something we already knew in a way that exaggerated the unimportant, and thereby obscured some of the more significant aspects of the feminist movement. But at least it was short, the smut was relatively all-American, and it exuded a certain honesty about the shortcomings and strengths of the average modern woman. Fanny--a novel that pretends to relate the true biography of John Cleland's Fanny Hill but doesn't begin to compare with that work--refuses to preserve even the integrity of its own purpose...
HIGH SCHOOL used to mean Archie and Betty and Veronica and Jughead. Remember tenth grade: hanging out in the boys' room, wondering which girls wore bras and which guys shaved? Discovering which novels were literature and which smut? Trying to keep a diary and discovering that nothing about your life was really worth writing about, even after all those steamy Friday nights in the gym? Working your way past crushes and puppy love and on to the real thing? Remember how you used to love asking rhetorical questions and speaking in cliches? Didn'tcha...