Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s play-turned-BBC-comedy followed Fleabag and her sexually obsessed escapades and it was damn funny. In the one masturbation scene to rule them all, Fleabag’s boyfriend’s asleep in bed next to her and she’s masturbating to Obama videos on YouTube. It isn’t sensual, it isn’t for the male gaze, it’s just… real. Well, maybe not the Obama bit (JK, we’ve all done it).
“Every time I’ve done a masturbation scene … I’ve always gotten the note to make it less creepy,” Badgley said. “They say like, ‘Close your eyes or go faster or go slower.’ I’m like, ‘What? This man is f*cking murdering people, and he’s masturbating in the street. You’re saying I’m making it creepy? How is it I’m the one making it creepy?’”
And this shame and condemnation has long permeated representations of female desire on screen, creating a damaging trope of the masturbating woman as the unhinged or deviant woman. I mean, we all know that disturbing crucifix scene in The Exorcist, and c’mon, Jennifer Jason Leigh in Single White Female? It’s a symptom of mental instability at best, and an affront to all things good and natural at worst. In David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive, we see Naomi Watts, hand in shorts – her face contorted and alternating between anger and uncontrollable sobbing. We come to understand that she’s a disturbed and jealous junkie, distracting herself while awaiting confirmation of the assassination of her lover. Yes, shame is very much the name of the game.
There are so many masturbation gems in SATC that this whole list could have been filled with them. But if I had to pick one, the obvious choice is when Samantha Jones, my queen, meets the local Priest, or as she likes to call him “Friar Fuck.” Unlike most church-goers, she chose to spend her Sunday morning worshipping in a totally different way: masturbating for 2.5 hours. By the end of her session, she is literally singing to the angels. Watching this scene really is like watching magic happen.



















