So, after writing about My Secret Garden everything around here went a bit…quiet. Over on Peter Reviews it’s also been pretty quiet…So, at the risk of this post being quite blog like – which isn’t really the direction I want for StudiousOctopus – here’s the deal.
Well, this post turned out a little rant-ier than I thought it would – it might get edited later, but probably not – It’ll just have to be ranty.
I’ve just finished reading My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday, and I wanted to talk about it a bit. While I don’t talk about it much, I do read ‘Feminist’/Egalitarian blogs and one of the often talked about issues is ‘sexy’ stuff. Sadly, a lot of Internet feminism is still pretty backwards while trying desperately to convince itself otherwise. So, My Secret Garden is a pretty popular book about sex, written in the 70s and reprinted about eight or nine times a decade each decade since then.
An obvious warning – I’m gonna talk about a sex book…with sex in it. Duh.