
If there is one thing I’m kinda into, it’s the idea of “untamed maidens” and the possibility of being captured as their mate.
This week, I want to travel back to the late 1950s to talk about a movie that is pretty notoriously bad. It’s kinda pointed to as one of those classic, women-gone-wild types of movies that came out near the end of the 50s. It’s almost like these movies were in direct conflict with the reality of housewives and the June Cleavers of the pop culture landscape. It’s a precursor to the sexual revolution that would grip the 60s.
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