This is an entertaining read for anyone interested: http://www.laweekly.com/2008-07-03/la-li...-bothered/
Basically, this aging spinster:
...is on a dry spell (6 months) following her abortion:
Oh the humanity! We've now reached a point in the masculinization of women that her going 6 months without sex is implied to be some insane feat. Of course, we hear nothing about the guy that pumped and dumped her or any accountability on her part to use birth control or have safe sex.
Many of those L.A. stereotypes are true, I'm afraid. These women are very common. Manufactured ailments requiring new age bullshit treatments. If they're not doing shit like this then they're medicating themselves with a veritable cocktail of mood-stabilizing drugs.
After years of getting strung along and dumped by a series of noncommital bad boys, she comes up with a most productive and brilliant solution: Focus on career, and casual sex! Where have we heard this before...?
These guys are awfully considerate in their alibies. Unfortunately she can't see through the lines or hear the message: "You're used goods bitch. If you're throwing your pussy out there and can't get laid then something is seriously rotten down there."
This article does highlight some good points though, namely the lack of masculine men. It also shows her level of delusion, considering herself and her friends "beautiful" and if they can't get laid, surely it's because of the men:
I'd love to see pictures of these "beautiful" women.
She does go on to make a legit observation:
I'll cut it short there. The rest of the article goes on to how she finds redemption by finding a couple to have a threesome with, it's the best experience of her life, and she falls in love with the husband. Of course it falls apart and she's cast out of the relationship, and the article ends with the usual self-assured wishful thinking common in America's 30-something women:
Awww...how heartwarming...well, at the very least she should get some sort of award for "Most poetic expression of the female hamster"
Basically, this aging spinster:
...is on a dry spell (6 months) following her abortion:
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It was the longest I’d gone without sex in more than a decade — six months. Having spent the past year trying not to die while recovering from an herbal abortion gone awry, I’d hardly noticed — I had barely enough energy to bathe, clothe and feed myself, let alone ponder getting off.
Oh the humanity! We've now reached a point in the masculinization of women that her going 6 months without sex is implied to be some insane feat. Of course, we hear nothing about the guy that pumped and dumped her or any accountability on her part to use birth control or have safe sex.
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I was finally strong enough to start rebuilding my system. He (her crackpot "doctor") inserted acupuncture needles into my head, chest and ankles, slipped a pair of purple color-therapy glasses over my eyes and began digging his fingers into the backside of my pelvis by way of my bellybutton, massaging out the bad karma, the trauma and a year’s worth of pain and lonely despair
Many of those L.A. stereotypes are true, I'm afraid. These women are very common. Manufactured ailments requiring new age bullshit treatments. If they're not doing shit like this then they're medicating themselves with a veritable cocktail of mood-stabilizing drugs.
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As a lifelong serial monogamist, flitting from one co-dependent commitment to the next as a means to work through the baggage I’d accumulated throughout my formative years, I’d never had occasion to dally with sex for sex’s sake outside the confines of a “relationship.” After finally getting over the boyfriend whom I affectionately refer to as “the guy who knocked me up and ditched me,” I’d opted to fly solo, not wanting to take on anyone else’s issues, personality defects or mood disorders while I healed and focused on my career. The medical mandate to “release” inspired fantasies of hot, sweaty nights of frivolous, freewheeling passion — unbound by the constraints of commitment and compromise and heavy “Where is this going?” conversations, with the excuse that my doctor told me to.
After years of getting strung along and dumped by a series of noncommital bad boys, she comes up with a most productive and brilliant solution: Focus on career, and casual sex! Where have we heard this before...?
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But there was a problem. All my single-guy friends who railed on and on about what a catch I was when I was dangling off the arm of emotionally unavailable Boyfriend X wanted nothing to do with my prescription.
“It would be weird,” said a newly divorced friend, valiantly trying to figure out how to be alone.
“I can’t,” lamented the best friend of yet another ex-boyfriend. “It would kill Ole.”
“Um ... I guess so,” said the snack from the health-food store, 26, with the model-perfect body and neurotic disposition, just before he boarded a plane to New York and never called me again.
These guys are awfully considerate in their alibies. Unfortunately she can't see through the lines or hear the message: "You're used goods bitch. If you're throwing your pussy out there and can't get laid then something is seriously rotten down there."
This article does highlight some good points though, namely the lack of masculine men. It also shows her level of delusion, considering herself and her friends "beautiful" and if they can't get laid, surely it's because of the men:
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At the same time, I noticed girlfriends with no medical-orgasm mandate complaining of the same problem — an oddly urgent need for sex, and no willing participants with whom to have it.
“I don’t know if I’m coming or going, but I’m definitely not coming,” lamented Bryony, of the sun-streaked blond waves, the plump, kissable lips and sexy British accent into my voicemail. “I need to have sex and, yes, this is the kind of message I’m leaving these days.”
Michelle, a slim clothing designer with flaming red hair and serious brown eyes, whimpered into the phone, “I’m having the worst case of hives, and I’m pretty sure it’s linked to sexual repression.”
I'd love to see pictures of these "beautiful" women.
She does go on to make a legit observation:
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Venturing out of solitude and into the city by way of gallery openings, intimate gatherings and a few extraneous New Age hippie events, I saw beautiful people in beautiful clothes standing awkwardly apart from one another, not dialoguing, not smiling, not engaging. Gone were the furtive glances and flirty exchanges I was used to experiencing in the social sphere. A profound sense of alienation had taken their place. It seemed as if no one in L.A. was having sex, at least no one that I could see. I started sniffing around, testing the waters to see if my theory checked out.
I'll cut it short there. The rest of the article goes on to how she finds redemption by finding a couple to have a threesome with, it's the best experience of her life, and she falls in love with the husband. Of course it falls apart and she's cast out of the relationship, and the article ends with the usual self-assured wishful thinking common in America's 30-something women:
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I’m holding space for what James Mathers calls “that really powerful, really grounded and beautiful intimacy [that] is a service to the whole world and to every world,” whatever that may look like, and however it decides to meet me.
Awww...how heartwarming...well, at the very least she should get some sort of award for "Most poetic expression of the female hamster"