Jon Janssen-Staff Writer
On Friday, April 21, Netflix released thirteen episodes of celebrity Bill Nye’s new series Bill Nye Saves the World. In his new show, Nye – famous for his 90s science-education series for children, Bill Nye the Science Guy – “explores topics such as climate change, alternative medicine, and video games from a scientific point of view, while also refuting myths and anti-scientific claims.”
While Nye’s aims may be purely scientific, his efforts often veer away from ‘science’ and into philosophy and politics. One of the show’s musical numbers by Rachel Bloom called “My Sex Junk” received notable derision in the media and online after it strayed particularly from scientific understanding. With lyrics such as “My vagina has its own voice,” one begins to wonder if the whole thing is merely parody.
But no. The skit is in earnest, as Nye reminds the audience at the end: “That’s exactly the right message, Rachel.”
Regardless, the song unintentionally reveals several fallacies in modern thought regarding gender and sexuality. For instance, the song begins with an appeal from the DJ to “all my bipeds who identify as ladies” and immediately sees Bloom ask, “Are my options only hard or moist?” (referring, assumedly, to the penis and vagina, respectively).
Of course, the answer is ‘yes.’ Those are the only biological options for those seeking sexual interaction. This is a recurring problem for modern disciples of self-identified, gender-fluid dynamics: gender identities may very well be differentiated from biological sex, but when it comes to real-life application, gender-identities mean little-to-nothing.
Bloom continues her gender-bending sermon, singing, “It’s evolution, ain’t nothing new / There’s nothing taboo about a sex stew” and later adding, vulgarly, “Don’t box in my box / Give someone new a handy / Then give yourself props.” It’s funny that she brings up evolution. Evolving life has a way of maintaining order, even when humans try their best to gain control.
Talk of ‘sex stews’ and casual sex are reminiscent of slogans like ‘Make love, not war’ from the sexual revolution of the 60s and 70s. Nature’s method of balance was, of course, pregnancy. If liberation was to occur, women would be at risk of childbirth – an unwanted outcome in an overwhelming amount of cases.
Is it any wonder, then, that the landmark case of Roe v. Wade that approved abortion-on-demand was settled in 1973 – a further attempt to confront and thwart nature’s balances. Liberation in one area necessitates restriction in another. And the abortion-rights movement’s moral problems (e.g. the racist, eugenicist Margaret Sanger, founder of Planned Parenthood) will be the next natural arguments that will need to be addressed.
Later, she croons, “Sexuality’s a spectrum / everyone is on it […] Just do what feels right” and brings up a possible crude scenario: “You’re a tall pansexual flirty wood sprite who enjoys a fleshlight in the cold moonlight with a sad clown Skyping via satellite.” Calling this “dropping some knowledge,” Bloom has, in fact, unintentionally supplied evidence to a common argument against gender-politics – mainly, ‘Where does it end? Can I be a 4’2”, 13-year-old black girl? Can I be an attack helicopter?’
As Bloom champions “sex how you want” as “your goddamn right,” one naturally wonders, ‘Is anyone denying this right?’ Gone are the days of Oscar Wilde, a writer imprisoned for a gay affair in late-Victorian England. American anti-sodomy laws, upheld in Bowers v. Hardwick in 1986, were rendered unconstitutional with Lawrence v. Texas in 2003. As far as sex goes, an overwhelming majority of Americans agree: what happens in the bedroom between two consenting adults is between them. No one’s ‘rights’ to ‘sex how you want’ are being threatened.
How ironic, then, after promulgating a self-negating, sexual-political propagandist agenda, that Bloom ends the song repeating, “Get off your soapbox.” As Bill Nye crowds the stage, proclaiming “That’s exactly the right message,” the irony is obviously lost on them.
Not so, for the rest of us.