
Asthe glass slips from your hands, you contemplate the chore ahead: you mentally prepare to carefully tiptoe between the shattered bits scattered across the floor, pick up the old broom, swipe it all into the dustpan when something unexpected happens.
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The glass bounces on the floor, defying gravity, teasing destiny. You hold your breath, you watch enthralled. Maybe, just maybe, it won’t break after all; there’s hope.
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I was prepared for the worst with Amia Srinivasan’s collection of six essays, The Right to Sex. I knew that the rising star of academia, graduate of Yale and Oxford, darling of the media, now Chichele Professor of Social and Political Theory at the University of Oxford is a supporter of prostitution and men’s so-called right to pretend they are women. But as I started reading, I saw that the title was a false alarm, since she repeatedly denies that there is a right to sex. I saw that she presents feminist debates and writers relatively well, conferring to the book some descriptive value. I also saw that she has some clever insights, on female jealousy for example, and most of her arguments would deserve a lengthy response (I will only focus only on one here). Maybe I had misunderstood her.
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Crash.
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You can read my review of Amia Srinivasan’s The Right to Sex on 4w.pub:
https://4w.pub/right-to-sex-book/: The Right to Sex: A Lesson in ‘Pragmatic’ Feminism