SEKSOPOLIS

THE MONTHLY CROATIAN SEX COLUMN

by Milana Vuković Runjić
“THE GUITAR STOLE MY HUSBAND”

SEX DIVAS SINGING
FOLK SONGS

In the last few years I’ve started noticing that Zagrebians have gone crazy for a strange variety of folk music, which sounds as if a stray cat was singing the Greek Syrtaki. My fellow citizens lift their arms to this music and fling their hair back over their shoulders while I’m not entirely sure what this music is doing at our urban longitude and latitude. This cat Syrtaki is blasting from every bar, of which there are two to every inhabitant, thank you very much, because we have still not embraced the Western European pace of work. Instead, we have to pace ourselves and stop for an hour or two after every hour of work. Female singers who perform this kind of music have sex-diva status. Their pictures are all over the newspapers; they are girls with wide hips and substantial breasts. Looking like pre-historic Venuses, they fill up every bar and pub, they climb on tables and do their little dance routine for the mesmerized masses. Of course, what they sing has as much to do with rock & roll as it does with the Pythagorean sphere music, or any music at all. The lyrics are equally inspiring: “My sad tears glued the wallpaper; you and the child disappeared into vapor.”

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Milana Vuković Runjić writes a sex column for the Croatian newsweekly Globus. This month’s column, like May’s, was written specifically for the Believer.

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