I’ve written in the past about how troubled I am by pearl-clutching evo-psych wannabes who wax poetic about the times when girls were good and waited patiently and chastely for a good man to make them honest. On the other hand, I think it’s a mistake to make the argument that men and women think about sex in the exact same way. My attitudes towards sex and the things that frequently attend it (such as feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings) are fucking complex. I think it would be fun to imagine myself as some super-cool libertine, but the fact is that when the layers are scraped away, I am, at heart, boringly, boundlessly, and ridiculously (to the point of parody) romantic.
Deep down I suspect that many women (and hope that some men) are also so afflicted. Yet, I still find the arguments against hooking up (i.e. having no strings attached encounters) and the hook-up culture deeply offensive, even dangerous (mostly because they are so incredibly misogynistic). It’s difficult trying to reconcile these conflicting feelings.
Instead of sweating it– because frankly I don’t have time to, as I just left the room to frantically make a bottle for a crying babby–I’m just going to post videos!