I'll let you whip me if I misbehave*

There's something about Sex and the City that has always bugged me. Its bugged me since the very first time I saw a full episode of the show (horribly dubbed in spanish in cuba) and it continues to bug me now whenever I'm flipping through and catch a rerun (which I always proceed to watch even though I've seen every episode at least 3 times).

The condoms.

If you have watched SATC at all, you know that Trojans are prominently displayed everywhere. In the first episode, when Carrie meets Big she drops her purse and a roll of Trojans fall out of her purse. It was a meet cute satc style, girl meets boy, drops her purse and shows boy that she carries a roll of condoms with her because you never know. Its all very safe, very cute, nothing wrong with this picture right? Wrong. My problem is that women who spend $600+ on shoes and $10 on candy martinis would know better than use trojans. Trojans are the condom of choice when your 16 and dont know any better, but think you're the shit. When in reality you have absolutely no idea what "good" is because you also drank some Bud Light and thought it was amazing. Basically your 16, you dont know any better, you're trying to be safe. All very smart. I'm not knocking the use of condoms.

What I am knocking is the use of trojans past the age of 20 (I'm giving you a 4 year window to not know any better). Especially when your characters on a show in which the entire universe centers around having the very best things in life. Ohh and there's one episode which always gets me, its season 5 and Miranda's baby grabs a trojan (still in its wrapper) and sticks it in his mouth and everyone is horrified until Samantha quips "oh don't worry I have those things in my mouth all the time" and everyone laughs because its funny. Except for me because I'm always horrified, because if you've ever had a trojan in your mouth you know that its not all good, those things have the worse taste known to man. And the smell the smell is awful.

So they should know better. And you should know better. There are better condoms out there than trojans. Much much better. And just like you spent some time and some money searching for something better than bud light you should do the same with condoms. That is all. Go forth and multiply, or something.

* The title is from justin timberlakes "sexyback", dont think that I'm trying to tell you I'm into s&m.

k now the links:

* Okay so first I read this. And then I read the article. Actually no, I started reading the article and then I proceeded to throw up a little in my mouth, because when someone says shit like this with a straight face I just can't keep my food down:
The female orgasm is the natural mechanism by which men assert dominion over women: a man who appreciates this can negotiate whatever difficulties arise in his relationships with them.

Last Christmas, my wife threw me out after discovering I'd been cheating on her. On the night we got back together, I made strong, passionate love to her. Unfaithful as I'd been, I was not going to let her have me over a barrel for the rest of our marriage. I needed to keep a sense of self and not allow her to mire me in guilt and a desperate quest of forgiveness.

I needed to let her know what she would be missing if we broke up for ever. I gave her a manful bravura performance that night, and at the height of her passion, I asked her: 'Who's the boss?'

The question threw her. Initially she wouldn't give me a reply, but I enticed it from her. 'You are,' she finally gasped. 'You are!' I am a very difficult man to be with. I know I have caused my wife great pain and anxiety. But she is an adult, and ultimately it is wholly her choice whether she wants to be with me or not - I cannot be anyone other than myself. Originally when I read this I was going to do a whole post on this thing. And then I realized that I didn't need a whole post, just a few sentences. A good female orgasm, brings a man down to his knees. Its not the thing that a man holds over a woman, like "look how manly I am, I gave you the greatest pleasure you have ever known," its the thing that makes even the strongest manliest men, into idiots. A good moan, an arch of the back, and men turn into putty. In s&m the partner who is actually in control is not the dominant, but the submissive who sets the pace and can at any time say the word and end the "play." Things are not always what they seem, is what I'm saying. By telling you that "you're the boss" she's choosing to give you what you want. All power is relative.

* My favorite blog has always been "girl with a one track mind" but I don't link to it often because the subject manner is beyond pg-13 Long story short it was an awesome anonymous blog, which got turned into a book, and then ended up in having the bloggers identity discovered. All very sad, very tragic, because I'm sure my favorite blog will never be the same.

and how this post end up being all about sex?