Saccharine Sex
I understand that sex sells. I understand that there is a great deal of interest in the subject generally. But I do not understand why the most popular take on sex appears to be about as sophisticated as the jokes in high school sophomore biology. Please do not get me wrong. I think sex is wonderful. It is one of the closest moments that two or more consenting adults will ever share. But to me, it is a participatory activity rather than a spectator sport, something to be done and not something to be talked about (and snickered about) ad nauseam.
Yet, women with cleavage are used to convince men to buy cars. Men with two day’s growth of beard are used to sell everyone everything. A human adult wearing a minimum of clothing is seemingly worth more than a cure for cancer. We concentrate on pornography at the expense of the important issues of our time. As a race, we seem to prefer the snickering winks and nods of sophomoric innuendo to all else.
This is true wherever people gather, but is especially true where people gather with fewer inhibitions, such as athletic locker rooms, large women’s rest rooms, and the World Wide Web. In a chat room, or in any such conversational site , the second best way to draw a lot of responses is the use of sexual innuendo. The best way is also via sexual innuendo, but the same innuendo uttered by a woman.
In all of those venues, the sophomoric wit may be amusing the first time, but the same people tend to repeat the same tired lines, time after time. I don’t know what it is that drives otherwise seemingly reasonable people to such conversational depths. I do hope that these mindless repetitions are not carried out by these same people during the actual act, if they do indeed ever participate in the actual act.
Fortunately, one will occasionally find a bit of witty double entendre, or even a few words of stimulating erotic conversation, though these are rarely free of stereotype. Such exchanges can be fascinating, though they are rare. Most of what passes for talk about sex in these venues is dreary and repetitive in the extreme. It is sad that such a fascinating and basically human subject is cheapened so often by so many, rather than cherished.
