I have just attended a lovely sane keynote speak by Imelda Whelehan taking on Roiphe (and a couple of others - 'Who Stole Feminism' etc) on the idea of 'feminists as Victorian'. She rigorously looked at what they meant by that comparison, whether the Victorians did what they said, whether feminism did what they said, and she concluded with a pleasing bit of light swearing.

While I was listening to her soothing balm of sanity, I realised that in fact the resistance to talking about sex (specifically sexual danger, but that's sex too) in case the talk interferes with the glorious sponteneous expression of desire, is very stereotypically Victorian. I'd have thought. (Of course, it's not true of the Victorians either.) And we're back to the tyrrany of communication.

Grrrrarrghfle.