I don't even remember which model it was for, but eh. I loves that strip.
To understand the importance of what Winks and Semans have done in "The Good Vibrations Guide to Sex," I ask you to indulge me in a digression and an attempt to place all the varieties of unnecessary sexual guilt in their societal context. And to do that we have to be willing to acknowledge one simple truth: All the talk about our explicit, sexually open society is horseshit. Plain and simple. Horseshit. We are in the midst of a continuing public health crisis and we are still debating whether to provide people at risk with the most basic, lifesaving information. Condom manufacturers cannot get their products advertised on broadcast networks. We are living in a time when theocrats who would be more suited to living under the Taliban than in a free society have the unmitigated gall to call themselves "pro-life" when they push policies that will inevitably result in death, either for women who can't obtain abortions (poor women, of course, since the rich will always have medically safe options) or kids who can't obtain information about birth control.
Suppose some might feel a book review -- especially one about a sex manual -- is no place for political discussion.
These people aren't paying attention.
And tend to drive their Mercedes while chatting on their cell phones.
Oh, and I didn't notice that reference to abortion in the quote, or the nigh-class-warfare context in which it was mentioned, or I wouldn't have quoted that bit, would I? Seeing as I'm Not Talking About That.
Update: How terribly convenient.
What U.S. papers say about abortion, compiled by United Press International, with quotes from the New York Times, Boston Globe, Seattle Post-Intelligencer. . .
Update 2: How terribly convenient.
You can order The Good Vibrations Guide to Sex: The Indispensable Companion to a Happy and Healthy Sex Life from Powell's Books (I'd considered, and tossed, the notion of linking the title to Amazon, having heard yet more unflattering things about 'em lately), along with the R. Gay-approved collection Unruly Appetites, by someone I really owe at least one email at this point. . .