“Why marry the cow when the milk is free?” My mother -
probably every one’s mum, way back when – said this to their daughters. As a
teenager, I knew what she meant. But also as a teenager I was way too focussed/obsessed
on earning enough money at McDonalds to get me travelling overseas. Cows? Milk?
Pimply teenage boys? Oh please, I have a goal and ambition. Sex? I don’t have
time for that. I need money!
I doubt that whole cow analogy is used today. Sex is sex and
out there and teenagers are gonna do it despite cows and milk and ‘what the
hell has a cow got to do with sex anyway?’ I can hear some kid ask. Well,
exactly. Sex is demystified and in many ways that's good because as a society we’re open about it – ipso facto that Fifty Shades of Gray drivel
– yes, I can say it’s drivel because as I reader I bought it and it’s my
opinion. And, while it may be a best seller, the main characters are immature twats.
Anyway, my point is, and I do have one, I kinda miss the anticipationary (yes,
made up word) illusion of the shall we/can we/should we/gee its naughty sex.What is the point of this post? Cows? Milk? Sex? Sorta,
but mainly I believe we’ve demystified sex to the point that it’s like drinking
coffee.
But there is hope. I can now see a weird turn around in the stories
that writers, especially ebook writers, are penning when it comes to romance.
Oh sure there are still the diehard ones writing about one woman getting shagged
senseless by five ‘protective’ non condom wearing, shapeshifter cowboys but romance seems to
be creeping back in without the race to thrust something into a hole in the
first three pages. Maybe we can have a cow, the milk and later on an orgasm too…
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