Pardon My French

Not unsurprisingly, it really twitches my skirt when people apply generalizations to sex and relationships. It causes me physical pain when I consider the paucity of logic behind many accepted sex truisms. Why do we continue to believe that having sex on a first date is the relationship equivalent of walking under a ladder while crossing the path of a black cat? Why in the face of mounting scientific evidence to the contrary do we continue to accept that men’s sex drives are higher than women’s? Or that men can more easily have sex without emotions? Or that some sex acts are inherently degrading to women? Or that women, especially “good” ones, don’t like porn, or if they do, it’s only the kind steeped like tea in rose-colored emotion?

Chelsea G. Summers (in so a girl walks into a bar)