The Wayward Boy Scout has posted about Sharon Stone’s weird sex advice for girls*.
Stone says:
Young people talk to me about what to do if they’re being pressed for sex? I tell them oral sex is a hundred times safer than vaginal or anal sex. If you’re in a situation where you cannot get out of sex, offer a blow job. I’m not embarrassed to tell them.
Our friend the Boy Scout retorts:
If I had a daughter, I think my teaching would be more along the line of standard self defense accompanied with a healthy dose of “be your own person and don’t let some pissant boy make you do something you don’t want to do”, as opposed to the “offer a blowjob before bending over for the forced anal” school of thought.
And I agree, wholeheartedly. Really, I don’t know how young my audience skews, but boys and girls, if you “cannot get out of sex,” you are being raped. Now, if you are being raped, good fucking god, do whatever you can to get through it as safely as you can. And I will fight anyone who tells you differently. But bargaining down to a “lesser” sex act to keep from having to have sex? As if that’s just a nonchalant way to deal with being pressured to do something you don’t want to do?
Someone needs to set Stone straight and ask her to stop talking to young people. Good lord.
But the side thing that disturbs me is that it sounds like this is something Stone has done and feels fine about having done. That’s just a glimpse into the way her world works that makes me feel kind of sad and weirded out.
*Can I just say there’s something about seeing the Boy Scout thinking big feminist thoughts that makes me feel a little ooky about constantly teasing him. I don’t know why that is. Maybe it’s a fair trade–he’s corrupted me with his naughtiness and I’ve corrupted him with my feminism–but I feel like I should now apologize about openly discussing how big his penis is.
Sorry, Wayward Boy Scout. I hope this will make it up to you.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Maybe she meant it more as a substitute for ‘not tonight, I have a headache’.
I think every man becomes a little feminist when he has a daughter.
I thought Sharon was giving career advice to aspiring actresses. As in “If you have to fuck Joe Ezterhaus to get the lead in ‘Basic Instinct’, offer him a blowjob first.”
She claims to have an IQ of 154. Her joining the Church of Scientology in the early ’90’s would seem to refute that claim. So would her facile assertion that she didn’t know her cooter would be filmed during the infamous leg crossing scene, but that’s a story for another time.
Perhaps you two missed the part where she was watching a young girl trying on clothes and randomly walked up to her and advocated blow-jobs.
No, Reading Rainbow, I didn’t miss it. I’m just saying that is her general catch-all advice from years of slinging cat on every casting couch between here and Paul Verhoeven’s house.
I love you for offering TCP thongs.
I just about choked on my own spit trying not to laugh at “Reading Rainbow.”
Aw, now Boy Scout, let’s not go that far. It’s going to make me feel bad that selling skimpy underwear accomplished what the boob freckle could not.
I got my Dr. Cox/Dr. House fix last night. Denigrating nicknames and sarcastic belittlement are the only things I can come up with now.
Perhaps. Or perhaps it wasn’t mentioned in your post or the boy scout’s post. I’m only going to click so far for the story Reading Rainbow.
Hey, now, I’m not sure I like this W.-Sarcastro Sass Alliance.
But, if you will re-look at Exador’s story, you’ll see–in blue–just where this incident happened.
I have a hard time reading blue. My glasses filter out that particular wavelength.
I wouldn’t call it an alliance with Sarcastro, just me recognizing good work and jumping on board. Besides, you started the sass.
I’m not sure I want to know that a man who designs bridges that go over water can’t see blue. That makes me a little nervous.
As for the sass, I do live neck-deep in it, as often as I can, I admit.
The friend of my friend is my enemy.
No. Wait. That can’t be right.
“I said to the girl, ‘I’d like to give you a two-minute conversation about sex.’ “
May I say that Ms. Stone is very fortunate that was not my child to whom she offered unsolicited “advice.” Because I would’ve screamed “pedophile” and charged her with attempted kidnapping.
Of course it wouldn’t have stuck, but I don’t care. I’m flat wo’ out with alleged adults sauntering up to strangers’ children and speaking pornographically to them. If Ms. Stone had been some average guy, this incident would’ve been nothing more than a mention in a police blotter (see “attempted kidnapping,” above). But because she’s a *cough*star*cough*, this is presented as “oh, look at the celebrity sharing her wisdom.” Y’all want a celebrity to talk to little girls about getting along in the real world with all their self-esteem intact, call Emma Thompson’s people.
And you know, the real irony of this thing is Sharon Stone thinking she should be telling somebody how to dress.
Kee-rispies.
If I had a daughter I’d rather see her take up fellatio than smoking, because I know she’ll have no trouble at all giving up fellatio.