I have as many hangups about Cosmopolitan as the next feminist, but I love editor-in-chief Joanna Coles’ mission to make the magazine and its website a more well-rounded read. In an interview with NPR this morning, Coles, who has been in the position just two years, made it clear that she actually gives a damn about heavier topics like across-the-aisle politics and reproductive rights. She also pointedly defended a woman’s right to be a multi-faceted person who cares about both serious issues and lighter things in life (what a novel concept). Emily Ratajkowski of “Gone Girl” (and the “Blurred Lines” video) is on the cover of this month’s issue baring lots of skin, but the magazine also includes a lengthy article advising women on how to ask for a raise. To me, that seemed pretty cool — why shouldn’t a Cosmo reader be able to enjoy her sexuality and still kick ass in her professional life? This exchange followed, which Coles defended like a boss: Keep reading »
Most people have sex in the pedestrian enclaves of their bedroom, on a Wednesday night, after prime-time television but before “The Daily Show.” It’s a simple affair, but it’s beautiful, because it works. The bedroom is a safe space with ALL the creature comforts you want when you’re doing it: clean sheets, water in plentiful abundance, all the lube you’d ever need, and at the end of everything, a bathroom you can scurry to when the deed is done so you don’t get a bladder or yeast infection. For most, this kind of sexual adventurousness is fine. There are some, however, that comb this earth, armed with a sexual bucket list, intent on doing it in any space two people can feasibly fit. If you find yourself with one of these sexual Lewis and Clarks, be prepared. Arm yourself with this list of places to have sex, ranked from best to worst, and be ready to face whatever challenge they’ve got in mind head on. Keep reading »
In case you needed further proof that people behave like savage, filthy animals on public transportation, I bring you this photo of a used condom tied to an F train subway pole, spotted by a commuter and posted by Gothamist. A flurry of responses and tips later, the blog reports that the condom has been tied to the pole since at least Tuesday, with at least one tipster sending in another photo of what she thinks is the exact same condom, only she saw it way back in September. SEPTEMBERRRRR. I can’t. Either this is the work of a spunky, heh, serial prankster or the MTA really needs to improve its cleanup game. Regardless, I’m taking the 6 train to work from now on. [Gothamist]
It’s actually not new news that the mythical g-spot doesn’t exist. We’ve known that for some time already: Sigmund Freud pretty much just made it up, and ever since then we’ve been touting it as the ultimate orgasm or the way that men should aspire to pleasure women during sex to the exclusion of actual clitoral stimulation, which is how most women achieve orgasm.
Now, when I say “the g-spot doesn’t exist” or “it’s a myth,” I’m not saying that women don’t have vaginal orgasms. I’m saying that there is no magic button inside the vagina that a penis hits and then BLAM-O! Lady has an orgasm. The clitoris extends deep, deep into the body. I have no doubt that there are plenty of women who have vaginal orgasms because the friction between their partner’s penis (or whatever) and their vaginal walls is simultaneously stimulating the extended parts of the clitoris. And I agree with EJ Dickson at the Daily Dot that it’s weird and uncool to try to lay blame on or shame or invalidate the experiences of women who have vaginal orgasms as if they have been haughty about their vaginal-orgasm-having-abilities with statements like “Stop taunting us with claims of your intense, superior vaginal orgasms. It doesn’t exist and it never happened.” I mean, holy shit, guys, what the hell is that? How is that helpful? How can you justify telling someone else that their personal, sexual experiences are incorrect, as if you were there? Keep reading »
Stop settling for weak ass orgasms, ladies. Women everywhere aren’t getting the most out of their sack (and solo) sessions, and now there’s a new product that can help increase the strength and length of orgasm: consider it a personal trainer for your vagina, but without the misery. YES, PLEASE. Keep reading »