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it’s that if we only have art created by men, we might want to bear that in mind when we respond to it. James Bond shows us who Ian Fleming (and, by extension, at least some of his readers) wanted to be; Pussy Galore just shows us who he wanted to bang.
It is just about possible to impose a romantic rescue narrative here if one omits virtually all salient details. But it is hard to imagine anyone looking at their family dynamics and imagining a happy marriage ahead.
It is a misogynist narrative as old as time itself, and never out of fashion: the real problem in any bad family dynamic isn’t the irascible, lecherous patriarch, but his patience-sapped wife.
The statue was famously beautiful from every angle, and it was displayed in a shrine that was open on all sides. One man is said to have been so besotted with her that he hid in the temple at night and masturbated over her, staining the marble of her thigh. I suppose art lovers come in all shapes and sizes.
