What We Learned From This Week's Multi-Orgasmic 'Masters of Sex'
Freud Was the Worst — Thematically, last night’s episode turned on a finding by Sigmund Freud back in the day that clitoral orgasms were “immature,” and that the inability to achieve a vaginal orgasms were not only an immature sexual response, but it meant that a woman was frigid. And the male responsible for bringing the woman to climax vaginally? Oh, he doesn’t factor in. Apparently, Frued was under the misconception that a sexually mature woman’s vagina would spontaneously shout for joy anytime a man’s penis entered into it.
Frued’s wife would like a word.
F*ck Yeah! C.J. Cregg! — Speaking of orgasms, the provost’s wife had never had one, which kind of makes sense: Her and her husband sleep in separate rooms, they only have sex once a year, and her husband prefers dick. I could not have felt sadder for her when she was bounced from Dr. Masters’ study for lack of orgasms. What’s a gal got to do? Apparently, find a nice boy with a broken dick who has mommy issues, like Dr. Langham, and let him initiate her into the O-Club. Dr. Langham, you are a prince. A philandering jackass of a prince, but a prince nonetheless.
The Provost, meanwhile, still needs to see a man about a horse, and by “a horse,” I mean, his penis.
Bill Masters Needs a Ph.D. in TAKING A HINT — Masters is so maddening, because he will occasionally betray a moment of humanity, but never in front of the woman that most needs to see it. His wife. LOOK AT HER, MAN. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
All she wants is a trip to Pleasure Town, but Bill is too busy thinking about his work to take five or ten minutes to tap that. “Not now, honey. I have to save all my boners for work.”
Pop Goes the Weasel — Libby, meanwhile, tells Bill to get lost, so she can enjoy her vacation alone (perhaps enjoying a few of those “immature” orgasms), but even that is scuttled after Libby gets drunk and meets a sweet old couple, the wife of whom Libby later finds out “likes to watch” while the husband takes trips into other women’s beds. Libby tells the husband to take his bangers back to his wife’s mash.
What we do find out from Bill and Libby’s encounter with the horny geriatric couple is that old people can still have orgasms, contrary to what science had believed up until that point. This actually becomes one of the major subjects in Masters and Johnson’s studies, although it concerns me that they’re arriving to this topic so early in the series. I worry that the writers are going to burn through too much of Masters and Johnson’s life too quickly, and that concern is compounded by the fact that I found out in an interview somewhere last week that the writers has basically planned out a four-year series (which sounds perfect), but that Showtime had asked them to plan for additional years, which perhaps means diluting the Masters and Johnson biography. It’s yet another instance where Showtime executives meddle to the detriment of their programming.
Jesus, Bill. I Hope Your Hand Is Not As Cold As Your Heart — We finally found out why Julianne Nicholson is on the show: So she could be a cold b*tch to Ginny. She asked Dr. Masters to stop allowing Ginny to act like she knows when she ain’t got the degree to back it up, and Dr. Masters implicitly told her to cram it up her cramhole by promoting Ginny from secretary to research assistant.
Ginny, who not only discovered during the course of the episode that clitoral orgasms were more powerful than vaginal orgasms, had also heard tale from Jane that it was possible to achieve an orgasm by touching your breasts. Ginny, so thrilled to be promoted, and so excited to test that theory, decided to take her top off and be a scientists, damnit, placing Dr. Masters’ hand on her boob to see what kind of magic he could make.
He didn’t reject the idea.
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