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“So my generation fell into the trap, internalizing the either/or as we thought of ourselves as ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ and falling victim, once again, to the terms by which our sex had been conveniently divided for so many years. To the degree that sex was the equivalent of the self, surrender to sex was to lose oneself, whereas abstinence would insure its safeguarding, if not its salvation (viv).”

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Molly Haskell
Molly Haskell

Molly Haskell, born on September 29, 1939, is a renowned film critic. She is known for her in-depth film analysis and unique perspective, making significant contributions to film history and theory. more

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