Wendy wrote:
Anyway, even if it is hers, it obviously takes a man to push the right
buttons.<
No, it takes a *technician* to launch the rocket. With 50 % chance of the first technician to drop by being a man, I see no prejudice here.
If we've already agreed that the rocket is a metaphor, than the children
thing can be a metaphor too, can't it?<
Sorry, but I honestly can't see any evidence that the rocket was meant as a metaphor. [To me most Freudian metaphors seem bollocks anyway. :-)]
It seems to me you want to read much more in the story than the writer put into it. That is not uncommon. [It happened to me. :-) I was rather taken aback by the deep thoughts and symbolisms that some readers found in my two published Medieval murder mysteries . They'd been written as simple entertainment but that didn't stop some people reading all kind of things in them that were definitely not in my mind when I wrote them. It's flattering, but also a bit scary.]
Just as he doesn't *actually* have sex with her, he perpetuates her race
in some other way, so he doesn't have to *actually* get her pregnant for the equation of male action --> female perpetuation of species to read.<
Sorry, this goes right over my head.
She waits, virginal, dressed in diaphanous robes, for this bloke to come
along and fulfil her. What part of this *isn't* a sexual metaphor?<
You mean a writer can't do a story about a man helping a woman in need without the risk of being accused of sexism? You scare me.
why *is* it that people miss out on this subliminal message?<
Perhaps because for some people it simply isn't there? :-) You clearly feel very strong about it and I respect your opinion. I just can't share it.
Avon's my favourite character, but not because I think he's a nice guy. I
think he's a bastard, but he's a very *interesting* bastard.<
For me one of his attractions is that, time and again, he so gloriously fails to live up to his own self-image of ruthless bastard. Of which Deliverance is an amusing example IMHO.
Marian