Just when you think you've heard everything....
This article at Salon.com quotes a Washington Post article discussing the rise of impotence (so to speak) among young men on America's college campuses. Seems that the easy availability of sex on campus is creating "performance anxiety" in the delicate minds and other tender parts of America's yoots.
I swannee, you kids today...in my day, if a young lady of easy virtue wanted to make the beast with two backs, we didn't go through all this "oh, I feel threatened by female sexuality" foo-de-doo! By golly, we buckled down! We got to it! We got the job done! Because we didn't know any better, but dagnabbit, we LIKED it!
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I just hope those damn impotent kids will keep off my lawn!
These young men could learn a few things from us old timers. I refer you to the lyrics of a Little Charlie and The Nightcats song which go something like this:
I can't keep it up,
The little girl's too much...
But I can lick this problem
if I just use my head.
Yes, Rick Estrin, a songwriter of great grace and wisdom. Young men take heed.
Also, we-of-the-previous-generations were always surprised that we might get laid in the first place, and we weren't ever very certain we'd ever, ever get laid again, so we seized our opportunities.
The Kids Are Not Alright.
Ever notice with humans it's all headaches and little blue pills anymore?
Funny how there are no impotent or infertile dogs or cats.
I feel very much like I wasn't meant to read all this today, so I just had to comment.
Sandra sent me over to read this, J.D.
She's a pervert.
I'm also linking you.
linking. I said LINKING. With an 'n', not a 'c'.
You read this and decided to lick, I mean, link?
I'm not the pervert! And there's nothing wrong with a healthy appreciation for sex.
I'm not the pervert!
You know what they say about protesting, er...appreciating healthily too much...
Ladies,
If you honestly thnk this is perverted, you obviously missed my post about Hot Carls and Rusty Trombones.
Post us a link, David! I'm sure Marquini there will love it.
Sandra,
It was yesterday's Planet post. Oh my God, does that mean you don't look every day?
Now it's not only Stuart who's had his feelings tromped upon.
I'm going to my room to sulk.
Gawd, all that stuck in my head was the vanity license plates and you never explained what a Cleveland Steamer or a Rusty Trombone is, exactly.
And I don't know. Because I'm really sheltered, and I didn't have brothers and whenever I ask my husband something he tells me I don't need to know. I even failed this "all about the orgasm" quiz: http://www.sofeminine.co.uk/m/relationships/sex-acts.html
And if you read my blog every day you'd know whether or not I read yours every day, so hmmph!
Little Charlie is a cunning linguist?
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