Sunday, January 31, 2010

When sex meets snark!


I'm laughing aloud at a column by Suzanne Moore about the controversy erupting in Britain about the G-spot and its alleged existence (or otherwise).

A few weeks ago we got the reassuring news from British scientists that the G-spot is a myth – but last week the French stealth-bombed us with the news it does exist.

What’s worse is it’s up to women to find it ourselves.

Of course. We really have little else to do. I know that being a French woman requires an enormous effort – that’s mainly why I am not one.

All that grooming, only eating one square of chocolate, drinking politely, not minding your bloke having countless affairs, compulsory lingerie duty and now this?

Though the G-spot was originally discovered by a German, Ernst Grafenberg, it has been firmly taken back into the hands of the French.

It’s like the space race really – only er...deeper.

Instead of the Americans and the Russians competing, we now have British and French teams struggling to conquer and name that strange terrain that is the female body.

It may as well be Mars, the way our bits are spoken of. I imagine the average guy will soon need a satnav before he goes near a woman.

I am quite looking forward to it.


There's much more at the link. Lovely snark! Recommended reading.



Peter

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