You Want Me To Come? I Can Blow the Doors Off: What We Learned from This Week's 'Masters of Sex'
Rough Play — Masters and Johnson’s study isn’t working out in the brothel for a variety of reasons, none of which have much to do with the fact that Masters has to resort to spanking one of his subjects in order to bring her to climax, while another hasn’t had an orgasm in years. The problem, really, is the venereal diseases, the frequency in which the subjects engage in sex, and the fact that one of the subjects learned everything she knows about intercourse from f*cking her uncle. Prostitutes deviate from the norm, and therefore, they’re not good subjects when studying normal physiological behavior. Such a shame, too, because I’d really become fond of a few of the prostitutes. The older prostitute, who nearly swallowed Ulysses the Dildo whole, put on quite a show.
Lubrication — No idea what Mae Whitman was doing on the show this week, but I’m not complaining. She came in to get fitted for an IUD, but that’s all we saw of her. I’m guessing we’ll be seeing her again down the line, after she confuses birth control jelly for the kind you put on your toast, gets pregnant, and has a terrible breakfast.
Deep Penetration — Speaking of bit parts, Julianne Nicholson also had two scenes in this episode, as she was introduced as a new female doctor in the hospital. Just to show you how times have changed since the 1950s, the secretaries were repulsed at the idea of a woman obstetrician looking up their skirt. Way to stick together, ladies of the ’50s.
I Call That Move the Kidney Shifter — Poor Dottie. Sure, she had cast aside her lesbian lover for the Pretzel King (holla Greg Grunberg!), but she seemed so enamored with the idea of loveless sex and a houseful of kids that it broke my heart when Masters had to inform her that too much damage had been done to her uterus for her to ever have children. I honestly don’t know if I feel bad about the fact that she refused to tell the Pretzel King that she was incapable of having kids, or I feel good about the fact that she’s duped her way into a higher income bracket. Go Dottie!
Knocked Up — Libby and Bill may never have a houseful of kids, but Libby did manage to get pregnant with one. That came as quite a surprise since Masters is shooting blanks, news which Virginia delivered to Libby the day before. Before Libby could confront Bill, however, Ethan notified her that she was pregnant. I know that, when Ethan informed Libby that, “Technically, I’m the one who got [Libby[ pregnant,” he meant that he facilitated the medical treatment that resulted in her pregnancy, but you have to wonder a little if Ethan didn’t actually impregnate her. It might explain why Libby was so adamant about having Ethan as her doctor, and Ethan, of course, would get the ultimate revenge against Bill for his ego.
Kicked Out of the Closet — Finally, after one of the male prostitutes Masters was using as a subject provided Masters with some key intel — namely, that the Provost liked to f*ck men — Masters used it to blackmail the provost into restarting the study in the hospital.
This is the look of a man who has just been found out.
Meanwhile, this is Masters from a flashback to 1945 looking like a dark-haired Yahoo Serious, who finds out the his provost wouldn’t even accept the position unless it meant bringing Bill along. Way to sell out the man who made your career, Bill.
Nice head of hair there, fella.
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