I know y’all think I’m talking about my lovah here
when I talk about a master of sex
and truly, well, yum…
(except for maybe the whole sex-in-the-shower ear).
Sure you were swimming. Looks like sex ear to me!
But, I’m actually talking about the Showtime show
Masters of Sex
that made it’s debut on Sunday night.
I have a friend, another LCSW, who wanted to
come over and watch because she doesn’t have cable
and is doing couples work on sexual dysfunction in her clinical practice.
She was interested from a clinical viewpoint only.
Whatever, I just wanted to watch because I’m a ho and watch racy shows on TV.
It was very interesting.
And very irritating because she hates dogs and my dog
was hysterical to have a visitor at 9 pm and kept wanting to sit in her lap.
So, I dealt with the damn dog for 55 minutes.
Also, I was on nest duty and the kids knew something was up
and kept coming in the room for various reasons when they
should have been asleep.
They were probably all watching it upstairs.
Back to the show.
First. It was eye candy heaven and I am a junkie.
I’m talking about the sets and the clothes.
I couldn’t find good images of the sets yet, but it is retro heaven.
And of course, it is Hollywood so everyone is much better looking
than they are in real life.
Master’s of Sex is the story of Virginia Johnson and William Masters
who pioneered the study of sex in the 1950’s. There had been
previous studies of sexuality but it was about sexual habits,
not sexual arousal and orgasm.
What men don’t know about sex on this show
would fill an arena of World Book Encyclopedias.
We start off seeing Masters watching a prostitute with her client through a peephole.
He interviews her later and told her her orgasm lasted 9 seconds.
She’s like, assclown, I was faking.
and realizes he needs a female partner,
finally and thank you Jesus.
Enter, Ginny Johnson, a secretary.
|“It vibrates and actually gives women pleasure. Women CAN feel pleasure.”|
She has modern attitudes about sex.
She has children, is twice divorced, and wants a career,
to the horror of the good ladies around her who say
things like, “In my day, I thought my children were important.”
Her struggle with her assigned role as a woman of the 50’s
was an interesting part of the show.
Her struggle to get her boyfriend to give her oral pleasure was also
an interesting part of the show.
I don’t think men did that in the 50’s.
|He’s like, “But you don’t have a penis. She’s like just do it, Asshole.”|
But Masters is completely repressed sexually and
for all of his curiosity in his medical career, he has none
whatsoever in the bedroom.
They are struggling with infertility.
So, she takes her temperature.
He kisses her once, keeps all his clothes on
and ruts at her from behind, then she has to lie flat
with her legs drawn up on her single bed while
he goes and drinks his martini she made for him in the
really swell living room.
She needs a pursebrick.
Basically, Virginia becomes the person who gets
his study on track. She has a way with people
that he will never have in 2 billion years (think, Stanley)
and she is able to convince people to let them observe them
getting off, in a clinical setting.
Some play alone and some play with others.
Of course the last line of the show is Masters telling Johnson
that he thinks they should have sex so that there won’t be any
transference issues. Yeah, right.
What he doesn’t know about transference would also
fill a World Book Encyclopedia.
Nowadays, she would have sued his ass off.
It has occurred to me that he might have
just been a big perv all along.
Interestingly enough, in real life they do have a sexual
relationship for many, many years, and in 1971 he
divorces his wife and marries Johnson. They divorced in 1992.
She said before she died recently, that it was never love,
it was always a business arrangement.
I think she was the brains of that outfit.
All in all, it is an interesting show.
There is nothing that my friend can learn clinically from Masters of Sex.
It is basically like Mad Men advertising orgasms.
And there is a place for that on my TV lineup.
Gotta go work.