Perv Kiss

I may have found something to stream later this weekend in Sam Fuller's 1964 The Naked Kiss. I saw it once before, and though I cannot spin a precise critique off the top of my head, this is an edgy piece of work, that looks at sexual exploitation from a different angle, and when Constance Towers, the lead, talks about a perv kiss, in her trouble with a suspect fiance, I know exactly what she means.

The attendant who molested me did not hurt me, and in that I was fortunate, but women like her are lucky not to get themselves killed. The way Miss Eddie touched me wasn't friendly, or fond, or neutral; it was sick, and had an immediate aftermath, and Jennifer Barnhart, Liberty's director of these services in that time frame, compounded the level of cruelty by terminating my services; it would be difficult to restore them even if I wanted to try again, or will eventually be forced to, but it points to how utterly toothless the ADA is as an enforcement tool, as John Hockenberry pointed out in one of his Cando columns.

Centers allow consumers to vent when they are victimized, but have no prosecutable authority; it remains a huge problem within attendant care services, but also points to the extreme difficulty of holding people accountable: Linda has fifty different excuses for what she did to me, as does Barnhart, punishing me further for what I've suffered, as does my building manager, Trudy. They may think their doing they're jobs, but they make a Russian author like Zamyatin look entirely accurate about how we're dooming our species.