Here's the scene that demonstrates Frenesi's attraction to

[David Morris]

I think, as I said earlier, that this tendency shown in all three
generations of females in VL isn't supposed to be isolated to this
family.  I think he is proposing some kind of universal tendency (in
the DNA - Biology equals Destiny?), a kind of Freudian attachment to
the Father Figure, and I really can't relate.  I think it's a very
controversial theory that's received little scrutiny.  Again, I think
it has to do with his view of how women relate to a world power
structure dominated by men.

David Morris

On 3/1/07, robinlandseadel at comcast.net <robinlandseadel at comcast.net> wrote:
> Here's the scene that demonstrates Frenesi's attraction to a kind of sexual "Political Inversion":
>
>                      Believing that the rays coming out of the TV
>                 screen would act as a broom to sweep the room
>                 clear of all spirits, Frenesi now popped the Tube
>                 on and checked the listings. There was a rerun of
>                 the perennial motorcycle-cop favorite "CHiPs" on
>                 in a little while. She felt a rising of blood, a
>                 premontory dampness. Let the grim feminist rave,
>                 Frenesi knew there were living women, down in the
>                 world, who happened, like herself, to be crazy about
>                 uniforms on men, entertained fantasies while on the
>                 freeway about the Highway Petrol, and even, as she
>                 was planning to do now, enjoyed masturbating to
>                 Ponch and Jon reruns on the Tube, and so what?
>                 Sasha believed her daughter had "gotten" this uniform
>                 fetish from her. It was a strange idea even coming
>                 from Sasha, but since her very first Rose Parade up
>                 until the present she'd felt in herself a fatality, a
>                 helpless turn toward images of authority, especially
>                 uniformed men, whether they were athlets live or on the
>                 Tube, actors in movies of war through the ages, or
>                 maitre d's in restaurants, not to mention waiters and
>                 busboys, and she further believed that it could be
>                 passed on, as if some Cosmic Facist had spliced in a
>                 DNA sequence requiring this form of seduction and
>                 initiation into the dark joys of social control. Long
>                 before any friend or enemy had needed to point it
>                 out to her, Sasha on her own had arrived at, and
>                 been obliged to face, the dismal possibility that all
>                 her oppositions, however just and good, to forms of
>                 power were really acts of denying that dangerous
>                 swoon that came creeping at the edges of her optic
>                 lobes every time the troops came marching by, that
>                 wetness of attention and perhaps ancestral curse.
>                 Vineland , pg 83