French Maids Bondage [REPACK]

French maids can be nasty, dangerous and yet addicting. They can ruin your career and family, but also can bring some interesting minutes you will remember all your life. (You decide good or bad ? )

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7. In fact, learn not to have any expectations. I wanted to think that when it came to describing America's born-again bondage sweetheart to post-Abu Ghraib audiences, filmmaker Mary Harron might have had something morally serious to say-or at least something blackly funny. Not so much. And is it just because I'm male that I found The Notorious Bettie Page strangely sexless? We learn that Bettie has suffered sexual abuse. We learn that men are always making advances. We learn that she was dating a couple of guys. We know what she looks like naked and what people probably do with her pictures. Still, there is no sex; only a lot of music for period atmosphere. Unfortunately, I must borrow a line from dear Catherine's pithy summation of psychology: "Too many answers, too many questions. Nobody gets laid." With that in mind, perhaps, I also wanted to credit Nicole Holofcener with baiting some cruel male fantasy of Jennifer Aniston as a debased pushover-her Olivia is passive, too-easily manipulated, anything but uppity-only to ultimately subvert it. Not spelling things out, not actually having stuff happen, just seems to be Holofcener's way, and I'll have to be okay with that.

She began to undress without ringing for her maid, whom she had sent to bed. She had been long enough in bondage to other people's pleasure to be considerate of those who depended on hers, and in her bitter moods it sometimes struck her that she and her maid were in the same position, except that the latter received her wages more regularly.

A house in which no one ever dined at home unless there was "company"; a door-bell perpetually ringing; a hall-table showered with square envelopes which were opened in haste, and oblong envelopes which were allowed to gather dust in the depths of a bronze jar; a series of French and English maids giving warning amid a chaos of hurriedly-ransacked wardrobes and dress-closets; an equally changing dynasty of nurses and footmen; quarrels in the pantry, the kitchen and the drawing-room; precipitate trips to Europe, and returns with gorged trunks and days of interminable unpacking; semi-annual discussions as to where the summer should be spent, grey interludes of economy and brilliant reactions of expense--such was the setting of Lily Bart's first memories.

Lily knew people who "lived like pigs," and their appearance and surroundings justified her mother's repugnance to that form of existence. They were mostly cousins, who inhabited dingy houses with engravings from Cole's Voyage of Life on the drawing-room walls, and slatternly parlour-maids who said "I'll go and see" to visitors calling at an hour when all right-minded persons are conventionally if not actually out. The disgusting part of it was that many of these cousins were rich, so that Lily imbibed the idea that if people lived like pigs it was from choice, and through the lack of any proper standard of conduct. This gave her a sense of reflected superiority, and she did not need Mrs. Bart's comments on the family frumps and misers to foster her naturally lively taste for splendour. 041b061a72