ABSTRACT
A couple of years ago when I was visiting the UK, I caught part of an arts program on the BBC that had two guys squabbling about David Cronenberg’s film Crash. If you haven’t heard of that film, it’s about people who get sexual thrills from car accidents. This might seem like a farfetched fetish unless, like I do, you happen to live in San Francisco, where no sexual practice is considered arcane. This was provincial London, however, and one noisy guy in particular was put off by the female lead because she wore a brace. His premise was that the movie was implausible because disabled people have more to worry about than sex, “and it is rather troublesome to think of them in this context.” Sigh.
