What could be better than sex on Monday morning in NYC?
So I headed off to the Museum of Sex on 28th street.
I had visited the sex musuem in Paris....which was delightful....7 floors of funny, interesting, erotic, silly ....and thought provoking displays. I wondered how the Big Apple would present sex.
All I can say is......if the museum in Paris was like a fine steak.....the museum in New York city was like a greasy cheeseburger.
The first floor of the museum was almost bare except for a few outlandish whips and toys with numbers denoting a potential placard ...which must have been invisible.
The second floor was actually somewhat interesting....although you didn't need much time to figure out....most of the exhibits were taken off the internet or had sponsors who may have donated items for potential business.
There was a thoughtful display on sex in films which included examples of how morals and the ratings affected sex on the screen....and a few things thrown in for shock value...like celebrity sex...which meant I viewed the stolen Pamela Anderson home movie on a really really large screen.
There was also a booth were you could view one of those Better Sex videos.(You may have seen ads for these videos in upscale magazines/airlines mags/ and I believe even the NY Times.)
The video promises to teach people about sex in a relationship-based thoughtful manner. It did show normal....non-porn-looking people discussing sex and intimacy issues....and then actually having sex so viewers can see what "normal" sex looks like (versus instant ready..fake moans...big silicone boob sex .)
I thought the videos could be worthwhile to couples or singles looking to expand and understand sexuality. Unfortunately, I couldn't sit through the entire video... because by mid video....I was in a slight pant. I either need to leave or...or jump on the couple next me and start a threesome.
I chose to exit.
There was also a large room....with "sex stuff." A real hodge podge of items that made me feel the collection was based on whatever they could round up.....versus a thoughtful guided exhibition.
For example, there was a video display on sex education films in the 1960's, several small robots engaged in scenes from a new clay-animation type film called "The Sex Life of Robots" and a display by a company of new life-sized good-feeling sexual dolls.
And that was it.....besides the gift shop.....which featured books I've seen in my bookstore.
I actually felt more enabled by my solo ride (without asking for help) on the subway.....than by the visit to the museum....but I was glad I went...although let me save you the price of admission if you're headed that way.
My most intersting experience of the day was at MOMA....actually eating at MOMA. I stopped in their hip bar to have a drink....and then the waiter asked if I was going to dinner. There was a table available.
This was dinner as "tasting experience."
I hardly knew what I was eating at times.
Numerous small edibles were beautifully presented to me....for no reason...A welcome from the chef....a few squares of ..?...bread ??plus? fish/sushi?...A large white dish incorporating a small bowl holding the tiniest amount of
MISO and a few
artistically placed squares of fish.
Palate cleansers. A pate with a lime green skin. Small pieces of bread so artistically arranged on my plate, I sighed ...when I ate them.
I'm not a country bumpkin....but I was over-whelmed. Wide-eyed. Amused....Even silly and pretentious at times.
I have another dinner scheduled at MOMA later in the week....and I'm glad. I see my dinner as a practice run.....and now that I know the course....I think I can approach this type of dining with a different attitude.. more of I'm ready....dazzle my taste buds....because it is more about "tasting" and enjoying textures and mouth feel....than about "eating."
Thank you
Doggyblogger for the recommendation....the education of Gina continues......
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