By David Futrelle
For years I’ve been chronicling the manosphere’s obsession with the so-called “cock carousel,” that wondrous merry-go-round of endless zipless sex allegedly enjoyed by every twentysomething Western woman, but off-limits to all Western men except the Chadliest top twenty percent.
Well, it looks like I’ve finally found the first rider of this sex-go-round, and she’s a bosomy fictional slattern named Elaine, brought to life in the 1963 pulp novel This is Elaine by someone called Jason Hytes. If the front cover is any indication, Elaine was not really that into shirts.
I have not read the book — which you can purchase used for $28.50 on Amazon — but the back cover gives a bit more detail on the perverse world of Elaine and her naughty friends.
Wait, wouldn’t the carousel have to still be working for anyone to get off?
H/T — @pulplibrarian, whose tweet was pointed out to me by former regular WHTM commenter @pecunium; I found the back cover on Pop Sensation.
I also shudder to think what cock-carousel repair would entail….
Every now and then I have to write little company biographies for when they’re raising finance. I’m so tempted to steal that back cover blurb.
(HSBC would probably give a AAA rating for that)
The Merry Go Round Broke Down? As in the Warner Bros. cartoon theme performed by Roger Rabbit here?
DISTURBING.
Where were all these guys when I was a lonely and horny 20-something, then? Or when I was 30? Or now I’m 40?
*has a sad*
@Violet the Vile, Wielder of an Ideologically Weaponized Vagina
They were cryogenicly frozen by Jerry Falwell in 1982, and are said to be kept in a bunker beneath the Mojave Desert. True story.
Every time someone goes on about wanton behavior, I just get hungry for cream cheese wontons.
Yeah, this is one of the few times you can say “Looney Tunes” without breaking the comments policy:
*Judge Doom voice* One of these days you’re gonna DIE LAUGHING!!
Who Framed Roger Rabbit is one of my favorite movies. I can trace my love of Noir back to it.
Are there other rides besides the merry go round? Is there a Tilt a Whirl?
Cock dodgems?
Well, it even says “No one got off”.
Incidentally, good job on using the word “slattern”. It’s a find old word you just don’t see enough these days.
No kindle version? Boooo!
Women should be able to have sex with who they want, when and where (not in public though haha) without being shamed
That’s one hell of an amusement park.
I’d be in the pedalos of too-tired-for-sex myself.
This reads like MGTOW pulp.
Speaking as someone who writes erotica for fun, this looks TERRIBLE!
You can’t just say “sex” and “perverts” in the open. You have to be subtle and seductive. Call it “carousel of delights”, staffed by the “most decadent connoisseurs of delight”. (I never claimed I wrote good erotica)
John
Problem with MGTOW isnt the principle (Giving up on women and going your own way), its the women shaming and the amount of fucktard misognistic men who are in this group
To clarify (sorry, I’m… medicated – takes me a while to form thoughts properly) :
It reads like a MGTOW screed given pulp form, where WIMMINZ bring about the fall of civilization, or in this case just a whole darn town.
Sooooooooo … this Cockcarouselville is managed by men, but it’s the women who are to blame?
Yep, sounds like MGTOW drool, all right.
@weirwoodtreehugger: chief manatee
TBH, Wonton Behavior sounds like an awesome name for a Chinese restaurant.
@Buttercup Q. Skullpants
Bumper cars seem to reflect my relationships, romantic and otherwise. As the driver of a (tiny, outdated, possibly made in a former Soviet Union bloc country) car, I’m forced to move in circles. Every few seconds another driver (paramour/friend/colleague/acquaintance
/stranger) smashes into me. C’est la vie.
For the nice guys ™ there’s a Tunnel of ‘I see us more as friends’.
Poor Elaine! She had sex and then she turned 40. That’s what wanton behavior will do to you! But only if you’re a woman.
If you’re a man, you — uh — yeah, you’ll turn 40, but — oh, I know — it won’t mean the same thing! It’ll be a distinguished kind of 40 with all kinds of power and stuff, not the pathetic kind of 40 Elaine is suffering. And all because she had sex.
Oh wait. If she were a virgin who turned 40 she’d be pathetic too.
Okay, if she were a wife who wasn’t a virgin and she turned 40 — she’s done everything that society and her mother and her minister and her husband told her to — then she’d be pathetic too.
Okay, wait.
Elaine. Sex. 40. It’s just all bad.
Random guy. Sex. 40. It’s great. Except pathetic losers like Elaine’s younger sisters — feminists — keep trying to tear you down.
So you’re a winner — except you’re told you’re not. Unfair!
I’m sure it’s the least-important thing in this post, but why set the story in Eastport of all places?