Author of what she jokingly refers to as “Frigid Jones Diary” (the actual title is quite boring, actually) profiled in the Daily Mail’s addictive Femail pages:
“It seems that Carrie wasn’t always this uninterested in sex. She admits to having 23 lovers before she married.
“‘Ten were proper boyfriends,’ she recalls. ‘I regretted having sex with six of them, loved three of them but only one of the 23 ever gave me an orgasm.”
Wonder if she can get a refund on that ten year Cosmo subscription at this point.
Look, I wasn’t Sister Mary Holy Card so all I’ll say is that sexually jaded women seem to be getting more numerous, just anecdotally.
However, this is what really grabbed me:
“Unbelievably, her poor, unsuspecting husband is not only unaware of her plans to leave him. He also, she insists, has no idea that she has written a book or posed for these pictures. She seems as confident of him not finding out as she is that he is understanding of her feelings.”
Uhm. Pardon?
Anyway: on the subject of the sexually jaded, I’m obliged to ask again — why would male strippers, er, need a pole?
And I realize this is just one guy (warning: sexually explicit slang/descriptions) writing, but he sounds pretty typical to me:
“I took Sex Education classes in school. I read articles on positions and techniques in Maxim and Cosmo. I read sites like www.sexuality.org. I read the Savage Love column every week. I also looked at tons of porn on the internet and through my PlayStation 2’s handy DVD player. All in all, I thought even though I had never done it myself, I knew most of what there was to know about sex.
“Then I started having it and I kept discovering all these basic things that had somehow passed me by. In all the stuff I read and watched these things never came up.”
He claims to have been surprised by “real life” stuff that I knew as a teenaged virgin Catholic girl over 20 years ago, and my teenaged virgin Catholic boyfriend did, too. (“Condoms smell bad” and “kill sensation”? “Someone may clumsily fall over as you’re changing positions”? Gooey liquid is involved?! Watson, thank God you’re here!)
Now, this essay and others by the same guy are pretty breezy and lighthearted. I don’t mean to treat his stuff like I’ve just uncovered a evidence of a new pigmy tribe in the jungle.
But I can’t help but wonder if this guy’s purported “surprise” is commonplace.
Are people becoming more naive about sex the more they’re exposed to it?
It’s pretty obvious to me, for example, that tens of thousands of allegedly sophisticated Boomer parents don’t have the first clue what their child’s tongue piercing is for (they think it’s just rebel jewellery, a variation on pierced ears.) I’m not sure some of these kids know themselves…
Have you ever noticed that the most witnessed, photographed and investigated murder in history is also one that remains a persistent mystery to millions?
It’s like that.
We use the phrase “too much information” a lot, but I don’t think we’ve explored its implications fully.
