Oh, absolutely. I was trying to convey that with my weasel-language up there. But now that my brain is fully awake, it’s more that she went there with a deliberate plan to use Rust as a prop in her marriage breakup. She was ready to get him drunk if necessary, but was happy to use his self-imposed intoxication to take advantage of him. Notice she brought a wine bottle, and was probably genuinely upset, but also putting on the distress to manipulate Rust. He was straining back from her at first, but she pressed on. Then pretty much as soon as he came, she became kind of calm and cold, removed his hand from her hip, pulled up her panties like, “OK, mission accomplished.” Then she started crying as she apologized for using him. It wasn’t illegal, but it was immoral and really gross.
I also agree that there was definitely some sexual heat between them in earlier episodes, and that combined with her comfort with him is what made her turn to him. Kudos to both actors for transforming some pretty heady URST into complete distaste.
And now I shall defend my sexual ownership thesis, not because I want to argue with you, Acsenray, but because I’m enjoying the hell out of the excellent writing on this show and it’s inspiring my inner English Major.
The episode opens with Marty brutalizing the two men who had sex with his daughter. He even uses transactional language about the price they have to pay for violating his control over his daughter’s sexuality.
Then he meets the girl who he had “put a down payment on,” as **jrepka ** points out. And he quickly turns Rust’s mean joke into a fulfilled prophecy. Note also that when he gave her money in 1995, the madam explicitly said that he was offended at a girl exchanging her favors for money, not because it’s wrong and he’s concerned for her, but because it represents women owning their own sexuality, rather than it belonging to various men.
When Maggie goes to the bar, the conversation is: “You, uh, waiting for someone?” “No.” Again - there’s an ownership check before the guy moves forward with her.
When she wads up Rust like a used paper towel, and explains, “He’ll have to go, you see. Because this, he won’t live with.”
To me that definitely all adds up to a meditation on men owning women’s sexuality.
