Judging by the comments from our first book club meeting, it seems that a lot of people are having trouble getting through The Omnivore’s Dilemma because we’ve already been spoon-fed the basic premise, perhaps to an annoying degree. But that’s not Michael Pollan’s fault. It’s our damned liberal media.
So, why don’t we do this? Let’s just zoom right in on the sexy parts, much like a frustrated adolescent might flip through her grandmother’s trashy novels until a word like “manhood” catches her eye. Luckily, one of the sections in the first chapter is entitled Corn Sex, so I didn’t have to look far. Here’s an excerpt:
“The tassel at the top of the plant houses the male organs…. A meter or so below await the female organs, hundreds of minuscule flowers arranged in tidy rows along a tiny, sheathed cob that juts upward from the stalk at the crotch of a leaf midway between tassel and earth.”
That was pretty hot. Though maybe not quite as hot as the turkey sex scenes in Barbara Kingsolver’s book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle:
“Inch by inch he walked up onto her back. Then he turned around in circles several times, s-l-o-w-l-y, like the minute hand of a clock, before appearing to decide on the correct orientation.... Paradise arrives when a fellow has kneaded his lady’s erogenous wing zones for a long, long time with his feet….”
Not that hot. But still, somewhat hot for vegetables.
Not to spoil the exciting climax, but I learned two important things from this subchapter on corn copulation. One, that those silky threads that poke out of the top of a cornhusk are there to catch pollen blown by the wind, which then tunnels down through the middle of one of those threads to a hidden, cloistered flower within the husk to form a single kernel of corn. I didn’t know that. I thought those silks were there to hide fat, juicy corn worms waiting to drop onto my bare feet as I shuck, causing me to shriek like a girl every time.
The other crucial bit of information is how easily man can insert himself into corn’s sex life, because even Internet porn gets boring after a while. The ease with which breeders can select for traits that would enable hybrid varieties to withstand, even flourish under, mechanization and other modern farming techniques have made corn an industrial food system’s darling. More than a darling, actually. Reading between the lines, I think Pollan is calling corn a two-bit ho, ready to gratify man’s every wanton desire on a moment’s notice.
Ah, but self-respect is a small price to pay for world domination, is it not? I know this particular ho will be anxiously awaiting the answer in the next chapter, Michael Pollan.
I'm fully expecting my husband to leave me for a younger Ear any day now.
Posted by: Susanna | March 14, 2008 at 03:56 PM
You are seriously too damn funny. I can't believe you managed to make the leap to calling corn a two-bit ho. Inside your brain is a dark, dark place isn't it? ;-)
Posted by: Tempered Woman | March 14, 2008 at 04:00 PM
Tempered Woman: It overfloweth with angels and rainbows!
Susanna: I know what you mean. It's hard to compete with those tall, leggy types with all the "genetic improvements."
Posted by: Tammy | March 14, 2008 at 09:45 PM
I think that when you're done with this book, you may have to compile all your posts about it into a reader's guide.
Corn. Two-bit ho.
*still laughing*
Posted by: Adele | March 15, 2008 at 12:05 PM
I agree with Adele. Maybe you could market your guide like cliffnotes... dirty, naughty cliffnotes.
Posted by: robin (caviar and codfish) | March 15, 2008 at 02:36 PM
Keep plugging ahead--when you get to the part about the cattle feedlots it really picks up steam!
Posted by: Robert | March 16, 2008 at 05:44 AM
Robert: Hmmmm. Cattle feedlots. That doesn't sound very sexy.
Robin: Hi! Cliffsnotes -- I like it.
Adele: A reading guide for the reading-challenged by the reading-challenged!
Posted by: Tammy | March 16, 2008 at 09:52 AM
Can we go back to the part about walking up onto her back?
Posted by: Barry Foy | March 16, 2008 at 11:58 AM
Barry: I don't think you want to be taking your cues from the turkeys. Or do you?
Posted by: Tammy | March 16, 2008 at 02:30 PM
A couple of weeks ago, when our own preschooler was home sick with the never-ending fever, he came to enjoy watching a PBS show on which, if you spelt a word, that word physically became the object (can't remember the name of it, but a cute concept). ANYWAY the duck, who's not too smart, was trying to whip up a picnic but was having a hard time. He had "ORN," but was dissatisfied with how adding an "H," though it made a nice sound, tasted. I half-heartedly shouted "add a 'P', add a 'P!'" Sadly I realized my mistake too late, as our dear preschooler took up the cheer himself.
The only place CORN comes before PORN is the dictionary. Discuss.
Posted by: ctipper | March 18, 2008 at 11:20 AM
ctipper: I'm afraid you have no one to blame but yourself. And also, you must be looking at a British dictionary. The folks at Oxford are so rigid in their interpretation of the alphabet.
Posted by: Tammy | March 18, 2008 at 03:58 PM