Sex and The City: Museum Style

I know, it's a bit early - but I figured this would be too much fun to not post. TIME regular columnist Joel Stein tells us what he thinks of Manhattan's Museum of Sex (Link). Not only does it cost a bomb to enter (USD 17) but it falls short of the mark in many, many ways:

There's a cover from a sixth edition of Margaret Sanger's Family Limitation and a display of Wonder Woman comic books under the rubric of lesbian pornography, which is particularly lame when you consider that someone could have gone to Times Square and got some better examples of girl-on-girl action.

Sad, because this has so much potential (and it's in New York, goddamit! I need an excuse to go to NY, but now..) but it just turned out to be so...boring. I think I'll stick with those Japanese museums. At least they're honest about their fetishes, and don't try to ruin it by being all smart and deconstructionist.

In the end, Stein says:

And that's the problem: no matter what they do, academics always ruin sex by refusing to stutter. They intellectualize it until you realize why they spend so much time alone "writing dissertations."

Uh huh. Academics, unite. More action, less time finding the significant 0.2 deviation, please.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be looking for some David Lodge.

Cheers!