Hard Out There…
For a nymph.
Or so the website for Black Snake Moan says.
Whilst on the website, you can click on the “Mess Around” link (click Menu first) to get to the “Are You a Nymph?” quiz. You answer a number of sex history questions, and the site generates your “nymph” level: tame, moderate, or extreme. But as Sam so aptly put it:
This is fucked! You get bagged no matter what!
She’s right - because no matter what level of nympho you are, you’re still criticized by the site.
An ‘extreme‘ nympho gets:
Wow, you have some major damage control that needs to be done.
In order to overcome your sexual addiction, we recommend the use of restraints.
A ‘moderate‘ nympho gets:
You ain’t right yet. Sex continues to affect your everyday life.
Slow down. You can’t continue to rub up on anyone you find attractive.
And a ‘tame‘ nympho gets this:
…Sex doesn’t control your life… what’s the matter with you?
What.the.fuck. This quiz totally belies what’s at the heart of this advertising campaign, if not the film itself. The ostensible goal of the film is the de-slutification of a wayward girl, and yet it’s being stuffed to the gills with sex. All the posters, the trailers, the site (where, incidentally, you can feed pills to Rae and watch her collapse) are selling nothing but Christina Ricci. And, of course, the threat of a young, white woman having sex with and/or being controlled by a older, black man.
I know I can’t judge the film until I see it, but I’m documenting as much of the site as I can. The damed if you do, damned if you don’t attitude towards women’s sexuality in the US is so, so, so, so utterly appalling and upsetting. Fuck it. I’m going to the Night Market.
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