The Real Appeal Of Occlusio-Cortex


Lisa Schiffren dares to use one of those newly unmentionable words that used to pepper water cooler conversations among the “not getting any” crowd at work. She’s right as far as she goes, but I will go farther.

The particular kind of sexual desire Ocasio-Cortez unleashes in many men is probably not just primally lustful but feral and tinged with violence, like the cliché of the bossy but hot cheerleader brutally victimized in the movie industry genres of serial killer and slasher films. The desire not just to copulate with, but to dominate, humiliate, and destroy. As enacted on the casting couches of generations of film producers and directors (and other species of pimps), for whom the extorted submission on the loveseat is only the beginning of the real release, the unfolding of long-term subjugation and sadistic turns of life/movie plots ending in the discard of a used up, man-made whore.

Think of lions spitting and clawing as they mate with the lionesses who do their hunting for them. Nature’s pimps.


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