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Falling Down the Rabbit Hole: The Hole in Amy Schumer's SNL Monologue

Is the quarterback of the football team really worth that kind of degradation?

So when did it happen that women began to mistake drunken stupors and one night stands for feminist emancipation?

The very popular Amy Schumer has finally hosted Saturday Night Live and I must admit, I may be too old to appreciate her. She's a phenomenon for sure, but I'm not on board with her kind of feminism.

In her SNL monologue, Schumer called out the Kardashians as pitiful role models and it was a nice moment. Her line about the Kardashians treating the faces they were born with as just a suggestion was spot on, and then she lamented the lack of better role models. But in the next moment she talked of grabbing her ankles, offering up "any hole" to her ideal sex icon, Bradley Cooper, who had expressed an interest in her. "Any hole's fine" said Amy after striking the pose for him, figuratively. There seemed to be an attempt to throw the line away, but I rewinded and it was still there. Wow. Is the quarterback of the football team really worth that kind of degradation?

Much of Schumer's act is about sex and female pleasure. I came of sexual age in a free-wheeling era, when not having sex on the first date was considered impolite. We were giving the milk away and telling the cow go fuck herself. Back in the 70's women decided orgasms during sex were a must. We wrote about them in excess and took so much "responsibility" for our own pleasure it made everyone nauseous. But I can tell you that what most liberated young women were after then in the long run was romantic love along with real sexual pleasure. We just didn't want to admit it.

Why must we abandon a feminine notion of attraction to be set free? Why must we take on the personage of the quintessential bad-boy, the misogynist frat house prig who mocks women who attach emotionality to sex and don't know how to pole dance? Schumer's women are girls who masturbate at the movies the way men once did in porn houses. I don't seek that kind of equality. I'm not ashamed of the fact that I have more estrogen than testosterone. My energy is feminine, and that doesn't make me a weakling.

I have always been attracted to masculine men, but I don't want to be one.

"Any hole is fine" doesn't do it for me. Bending over has never been my first inclination upon meeting a man I consider a sex god, and mine was Harrison Ford. The night I met him on a movie set I wrenched my wedding ring off my finger while my hand was in my coat pocket. But there my folly and my fantasy ended.

I love sexually independent characters and not all of them are feminine. Jillian Anderson's character in The Fall, who chooses her men, beds them, and never allows them back, is a masculine heroine, a woman who takes all the privileges of manhood and the loneliness that comes with that for her as a woman. Clearly she gets what she wants in bed, and she also catches the killer. She's a fantasy as well as a feminist statement.

I had plenty of casual sex in my party girl days, but it never really was. The acts themselves were fun but I was more likely to want to repeat the fun with the same guy, and then I needed to know him. Casual sex left me with an empty feeling that indeed became a hole that I tried to fill with chic cocktails and drugs, but nothing did.

Being a woman is complicated. I don't fault Schumer for tackling the subject of female identity. I just wish she was smarter about it. Woman can play football if they want to, but must we beat men at their own game? Do we really have to?