Male Misconceptions

I could write a book about male misconceptions of female sexuality (and probably will, given the amount at which I'm dominating this blog...sorry, other Albright Sex Fairies that I can't shut up!). But today I'm going to focus on a particularly pervasive one that came up during a discussion with Meatball.

Poor Meatball often winds up getting grilled by me about sex as I try to pick his brain (and those of his project group members...what up, WPI) to find out a) his personal preferences and b) some semblance of reason for the general male attitudes towards sex (that I extrapolate from his responses to all men is an unfair burden, surely, but too fuckin bad).

A particularly irksome one that he revealed recently was that when he first became sexually active, he thought women didn't want sex, and that he was a pig for initiating.

...bitch, please.

Aside from the fact that this blog wouldn't exist if women had no interest in sex or didn't want it (or if the blog did exist, it'd be fucking boring...also, please take note of the fact that we have the clitoris, a body part solely for pleasure), this deep seated assumption that gets passed down brings up many much larger issues.

By assuming that women don't want it, it's implied that in order to "get some," men have to go to coercive lengths, i.e., alcohol and throwing "game" at their target. It sets up a dichotomy of predator and prey that's downright dangerous.

Since it's Senior Week and I'm at Smith with jack shit to do, we watched Superbad and drank sangria last night, and while I laughed endlessly at the boys antics , their whole plan for their night centers on getting bitches drunk so they will have sex with them, giving not a second thought to the fact that these women might want sex, or even want sex sober with them. Nope, gotta get these bitches impaired so they'll "give it up." It's perfectly embodied when Seth, the fat one, says "You know when you hear girls say 'Ah man, I was so shit-faced last night, I shouldn't have fucked that guy?' We could be that mistake!"

But is that what you (and by you I mean those with dicks) really want to be, an alcohol-fueled mistake? Would we rather have a world like the one Evan envisions when he says "Just imagine if girls weren't weirded out by our boners and stuff, and just like wanted to see them. That's the world I one day want to live in."? While I don't crave seeing boners, I love sex. Most women love sex (in varying amounts and forms and ways, but want it nonetheless). The main premise of this movie, and much adolescent ideas about sex, are based on this dangerous and deeply erroneous presumption.

So let it be known, yell it from the rooftops: WOMEN (usually) LOVE SEX.

Much love,
The Albright Sheriff