Hi there. I have a confession to make. It’s pretty personal, and kind of scary, but here goes: I would rather have good sex than eat chocolate.
I know, right? That despite the revelations contained within Joan Sewell’s book I’d Rather Eat Chocolate: Learning to Love My Low Libido, which is rather hilariously reviewed by Sandra Tsing Loh in this month’s Atlantic. Sewell suggests, quite cogently, that
widespread pressure—from both the left and the right—for women to have a “normal,” at-least-two-times-a-week sex life may ultimately be geared to serve not women’s natural tendencies but men’s.
I buy that. But I’d still rather have good sex than good chocolate. Then again, I would rather have good chocolate than bad sex. Though I’d also prefer bad chocolate to bad sex.
Actually, I’d prefer bad mashed potatoes from a box to bad sex. I’d also prefer being hungry (which makes me wonder whether Sewell’s low libido has anything to do with the high percentage of women who don’t orgasm during just-vaginal sex—not to blame Mr. Sewell, because he seems like a very nice guy, but as Jewcy’s collective feminist hero Laura Kipnis points out in her latest book, the male and female bits don’t really add up as serendipitously as they should.) Oh, and I'd also prefer mediocre sex to watermelon. No fruit should be simultaneously crunchy and juicy. It's unnatural.
Most of all, though, as a woman, with a woman’s libido, I think I’d prefer to read more Sandra Tsing Loh than eat half a bar of Ghiradelli or spend an evening in the Canadian woods with Wolverine (Oh come on, like you’re not intrigued by the possibilities presented by a man with an adamantium skeleton.) She’s hilarious, and as this essay from last April proves, she’s basically the Atlantic’s penance for unleashing Caitlin Flanagan onto the world.
But a smiling visitant here to share the love (:, btw outstanding style . “He who will not reason is a bigot he who cannot is a fool and he who dares not is a slave.” by Sir William Drummond.