In a recent interview with The Sunday Telegraph, Fomula One boss Max Mosley “has defended his right to pursue an 'eccentric' private life” and continues to resist demands that he resign before the end of his term as head of Formula One next year.
Mosley, president of the Federation Internationale de l’Automobile (FIA), the body that oversees Formula One, was caught on video role-playing a Nazi (and alternately a concentration camp prisoner) in an S&M dungeon with 5 prostitutes. You can find the video on YouTube, where you actually hear him shouting in German, which he learned as a teenager.
It all sounds bad enough, but Mosley is also the son of a notorious Nazi-sympathizer. So his insistence that this is just some private 'eccentricity' is of no comfort to his critics (nor to this humble blogger). Mosley's father was the infamous Sir Oswald Mosley, head of the British Union of Fascists, who's second wedding was held at the Berlin residence of Joseph Goebbels (Hi, honey, no need to make supper, we're going over to the Goebbels' tonight) and was attended by Hitler himself.
But hey, there have been more twisted, Nazi-themed sexual fetishisms haven't there? Like this.
Now, I've always thought that one day someone ought to write the definitive book on the psycho-sexual subtexts of Nazism - you know, given all that leather and the barking of orders and stuff. First on the list to be interviewed would be Paul Verhoeven, director of Robocop, Basic Instinct and other exceptionally subtle films with very little sexual and violent content. Just check out the Wehrmacht and SS-style uniforms in his Starship Troopers (Verhoeven lived under German occupation as a child in Holland) and you'll have a laugh, especially seeing Doogie Howser dressed as a proto-Nazi. Extreme satire or fetishism? Maybe both.
