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Harden, Nathan.
Sex and God at Yale : porn, political correctness, and a good
education gone bad / Nathan Harden.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978- 0-312- 61790-5 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-01354-5 (e-book)
1. Yale University—Students. 2. Education, Higher—Moral
and ethical aspects—United States. 3. College students—Sexual
behavior—United States. 4. Political correctness—United States.
I. Title.
LD6343.H26 2012
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SEX WEEK
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SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 10
Stevie Jay 8 p.m., SSS 114
Life, Love, Sex, Death, and Other Works in Progress . . .
a Multi-Chakra Extravaganza
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 11
Pepper Schwartz, Ph.D. 4:30 p.m., LC 101
Myths & Misconceptions About Sex and Relationships
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 12
Logan Levkoff 4 p.m., LC 102
The Female Orgasm
I suppose Tuesday was intended mainly for the ladies, since the
focus seemed to be on their own particular . . . uh, physiology. I
was fairly shocked by the items on the schedule. So I decided to go
and see for myself what was about to be peddled within the hal-
lowed halls of Yale University.
One day that week, after class, I attended Ms. Levkoff’s homily
on la petite mort. I found Logan Levkoff to be an attractive woman,
with long, flowing blond locks. When I arrived, she was dressed in
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her wireless microphone. She had barely taken the stage, and already
I was struggling to avoid unpleasant visualizations. This woman, I
guessed, was in her fifties, and she was about to give a sex toy dem-
onstration to an audience full of eighteen- to twenty-two-year-
olds—kids young enough, undoubtedly, to be her children, maybe
even grandchildren. How is she going to pull this off? I wondered.
The age differential was awkward, not to mention a little creepy, a
bit like having your mom’s best friend over for a chat about kinky
sex.
Patty Brisben’s personal story is a compelling one. She started
Pure Romance out of her garage in 1993. Twice divorced, she built
the company into a $100-million-a-year business largely on her
own wits. Her sales model capitalizes on social connections among
women. Customers can become “consultants,” hosting house par-
ties and selling Pure Romance products to other women. It’s like a
Tupperware club for desperate housewives. Brisben’s business acu-
men is admirable, to be sure. But what was she doing at Yale? I
wondered.
While I observed, the MC took the stage in order to introduce
Brisben, gratefully proclaiming to us all: “Pure Romance makes Sex
Week possible!” I later learned that Brisben had paid the organizing
committee $30,000 to fund Sex Week at Yale.3 In fact, her money
provided almost the entire budget for the week’s proceedings. All of
the sudden, the strange and freaky event was beginning to make
sense to me.
Funding Sex Week is a shrewd business decision on Brisben’s
part. She gets a platform from which to promote her products to
Yale students directly, hopefully hooking some long-term custom-
ers along the way. She also gets her company’s name in the national
news once the media report the juicy details of her visit to a presti-
gious university, which they inevitably do. That equals a lot more
PR than she could buy with such money directly. And she gets to
do it all in the name of “educating” the youth of America. Pure
Romance conducts this kind of “education” at about fi fteen differ-
ent universities across the country.
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ments. Things move along quickly as, one by one, she extols the
merits of her favorite products.
First, she instructs us on various methods of foreplay. She calls
for volunteers. Two students, one girl and one guy, come forward.
As they stand before her, she initiates a kind of role-playing game.
“You’re going to go home and get your guy butt naked,” she tells
the girl. Brisben then puts a blindfold on the male student, puts
some scented oil on the back of his hand, and begins to rub him
with the “Hot Heart Massager” ($13 not including shipping and
handling).
After returning the volunteers to their seats, she begins to dem-
onstrate the ins and outs of personal lubricants. You’ve got your
water-based lubricants, which “do not stain.” You’ve got your sili-
con lubricants, which, she adds, are “great for anal play.” Finally,
you’ve got your playful lubricants, which feature various scents and
heating actions.
She calls for more volunteers. Another guy and girl come for-
ward, this time even younger looking than the fi rst pair. I squirm
in my seat as Brisben rubs lubricant onto a plastic penis, puts it up
to her mouth, then starts breathing heavily onto it in order to initi-
ate the heating action— all of this while flanked by a guy and a girl
who may well be teenagers.
“I really feel that we are a nation of low libido,” Brisben de-
clares ruefully. In order to fi x this problem, she recommends vari-
ous arousal creams, including one called “Ex-T-Cee” that she jokes
“pretty much does everything that the street drug does.” If all else
fails, there is the mega-powered “X-Scream.” “Please don’t pur-
chase this for your first time,” she warns slyly. “You will be running
around butt-naked, sitting in the snow, screaming your own name.”
By the way, she adds, there will be free samples of “X-Scream”
awaiting us when we exit the auditorium.
Next come the sound effects. She puts a microphone up against
a clitoral vibrator known as “the silver bullet.” Amplified buzzing
and pulsing noises fi ll the room. It sounds like a mule in heat. Then
she turns the device up until it’s roaring like a Harley-Davidson.
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There are laughs all over the room. You have to hand it to her. She
knows how to work a crowd.
“Girls, do you ever get tired of doing this?” She begins to move
her fist up and down in a furious pantomime, simulating manual
stimulation of the male member. There are more laughs all over the
room. Luckily, she has a fix for those times when a hand just won’t
do the job. She asks a male student to hold out his middle and index
fingers. Showing no limit to her brazenness, she begins to slide a
flexible silicon tube up and down his fingers, which serve, in this
case, as a stand-in for the phallus. She is simulating sex with the guy.
I am amazed that this simulated sexual activity with a young
student gives her no pause. I doubt that a male of her age could get
away with working such hands-on demonstrations on a young fe-
male. The next day a picture of this very incident appeared in the
national news.4 Not the most tasteful image for a school like Yale
to project. However, it seems speaker-to-student simulated sexual
activity has become just another part of the Yale education.
Admittedly, students themselves appear, for the most part, quite
comfortable with Brisben’s hands-on style. She begins to give away
various dildos and vibrators. Girls publicly clamor for the hand-
outs. One particular model is called the “B.O.B.” (short for battery-
operated boyfriend). Brisben claims to have designed it herself,
naming it, so she says, after an ex-husband.
She pauses briefly to pitch her “Come Clean” sanitation gel. I
feel that I may need some even though I haven’t actually touched
any of her products directly. She fi nishes with an extended demon-
stration of how to use anal beads during intercourse, promising that
they will produce “an unbelievable orgasm for the male.” They’re
not for everybody, she warns us.
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