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Herbert Kuhner

One thing that the Love Goddesses seemed to have in common was that the love didn’t play much of a role in their private loves. They were desired by every man and were a romantic object for all men, but they invariably had a cynical view of amour and were down to earth about it, at least as far as the act was concerned. It mostly amounted to nothing more than scratching an itch.

The virtue of woman is a romantic myth and a petit bourgeois notion. However, Love Goddesses were beyond the notion, and they created their own kind of virtue and their own myth, the myth was being pursued by men worthy of their beauty and desirability. Men like Percival of the Holy Grail, the Grail being a sacred chalice, not a Dixie cup to be drunk from and then crumpled up and thrown away. And if not pursued by a Percival, then a Galahad, or at least a Lancelot, but definitely not your average guy.

After much ado and commotion, the knight knelt at the feet of the Goddess and declared himself. His affections were rewarded by a sacrifice on altar of love in a hazy Nirvana, which was not shown, but left to the viewer’s imagination.

In contrast, the Goddesses usually got down to brass tacks off-screen with a mogul or a plain Joe, which often led to the Dixie cup syndrome.

They scoffed at the myth, while doing their best to nurture it - at least as far as their image was concerned.

They aimed at being loved for themselves, which did not mean being loved deliriously, as they were onscreen, but rather in the sense of being taken seriously by a man. That augured being doomed to failure. We don’t want a God or a Goddess to be one of us.