Sex AidsnMademoiselle—once an organnof college-age young women—nhighlights two features on itsnJanuary 1981 cover: “How tonGet Your Way in Bed” and “Vibrators:nToday’s Love Toy.”nThe first is written by a “psychotherapist”nand the second by an”medical doctor”—the legitimacynof cool expertise is thus assured.nIt would be fatuous to arguenthat in other ages and culturesncollege-age girls (18-24) didn’tnknow what vibrators were ornhow to get their way in bed. Butnthey pretended not to, and theynwould have been shocked —nmore or less sincerely—if a magazinenwhich was supposed tonreflect their interests had informednthem about such options.nOn that pretense an enormousnedifice of sensual and customarynsensitivities was erected,none which served mankind wellnthrough millennia. A collegeagengirl, when confronted withnthe existence of something likena vibrator, was once supposednto blush, and cultures thrivednon this little convention. Now,nthanks to Mademoiselle, shencan approach this little contraptionnwith all the subtlety andnelegance of a sanitation workernon duty.nMademoiselle is published bynConde Nast, a giant, impersonalncorporation which does not givena damn if it turns its youthfulnreaders into sexual robots asnlong as they buy the magazine.nThe man who is in charge ofnthese operations, responsible fornthe Conde Nast editorial policy,nis a certain Alexander Liberman—annicon of chic liberalism,na sculptor, allegedly annLiberal Culturen50inChronicles of Culturenartist. We presume he is awarenof his part in the wholesale destructionnof feminine sensitivitiesnin which his Mademoisellenis engaged. We do not know ifnhe does it because he wishes tonmake his product undistinguishablenfrom what is sold in the sexaidnshops on West 42nd Streetnthese days.nThe American WaynMarilyn French, the best-sellingnfeminist, is profiled innAmerican Way, American Airlines’nin-flight magazine. She’snasked the question:nWhat should men do? ‘Becomenmore like us,’ saysnMarilyn softly, raising thenRussian Tea Room’s deliciousnboiled tongue to hernlips.nShe then reports on her children:nNeither, she says calmly,nlikes men much. ‘But,’ shenadds with a shrug, ‘whondoes?’nBoth Ms. French and AmericannWay’s adulatory interview provenunequivocally that we havenstructured a culture unique innmankind’s history—a culturenthat rewards imbecility withnfame and fortune.nToying with EschatologynThe New York Times SundaynMagazine recently ran a storynon Jean Seberg, an actress of then60’s, who was given later in lifento indulgence in drugs and allnkinds of behavioral excesses. Wencould read there a caption undernone of Miss Seberg’s photographs:nMiss Seberg and AhmednHasmi, with whom she wasnliving when she died.nEven if it is grammaticallyncorrect, one is somehow puzzlednby the NYT editors’ sensenof the linear sequitur; we alwaysnknew that the usage of verbsneould be treacherous, but wennever expected such riches ofnjournalistic inventiveness.nCertainly the ChicagonTribune, the “second paper,”ncouldn’t lag behind the Manhattannwizards. Thus, withoutnnnSocial Registernblinking an eye, its editors rannthe appeal issued by the CommunistnWorkers Party after thenkilling of five of its membersnby the Ku Klux Klan in Greensboro,nNorth Carolina. We readnthere:nWe will overthrow thencriminal rule of the monopolyncapitalist class. Victorynwill be ours. Long liventhe CWP five!nWe agree that political emotionsncan bring miracles, but we remainnunconvinced that they actuallyndo. How the five can livenlong after they were killed seemsnto us a riddle. DnWe are delighted to announce that the celebrities of bolsheviknchic in America are in superb condition for the forthcomingnprocommunist social season. A dazzlingnseries of events, beluga dinners,ngalas, socialist/realist art happenings,nagitprop picnics to raise funds for thenInstitute of Policy Studies will featurenthe brightest stars of the Marxist jetnset: the Weisses, Cora and Peter, ofncourse, Mr. Marcus Raskin, somenfriends from abroad, perhaps, freshnfrom the terrorist training resorts innthe Crimea, or from the beaches of Nicaragua. AH this willnbe paidfor with money from Cora’s father, the radical patriarchnmagnate, Stalin’s adorer, the deceased Mr. Samuel Rubin luinmtme, the founder of the cosmetic conglomerate, Faberge.nLadies and gentlemen! Isn’t it gorgeous that every cent younpay for Faberge make-up or after-shave helps the effort—nthrough the good services of IPS—to stimulate America’snpublic opinion in favor of the communist takeover of thenThird World.’How exciting! dnDue to our recent move to new quarters, the productionnof the March/April issue of Chronicles of Culture hasnbeen somewhat delayed. The same fate may befall thenMay/June issue.n